There are some things in life that are uncontrollable and unfair. For instance, I was born with a physical handicap. However unfair, it was nevertheless the hand I was dealt. My mother was the only person who believed I would one day be unfettered. She raised me with compassion and love, but also a firm belief that I would be like any other child. So although I underwent surgery, wore corrective shoes and braces on my legs just like Forrest Gump, I thought I was normal.
My mom instilled in me the confidence and determination that I needed in order to overcome my physical disability. She was always there, supporting me, when I decided to join track and cross country. She was there to ease my pain as injuries plagued me throughout my seven year running career. She was the one to cheer me on, to cry when I fell down, and to help me back up again. My mother is my source of strength.
When I decided to enlist in the military, she was my staunchest supporter. Amid doubt and infidelity, she had only faith and pride. During training, she wrote me letters every day, sending her unwavering love and support. All the while, she never let on about her own struggles. My mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer, of which I knew nothing, and my father had filed for divorce. Her world was falling down around her, but she was firm in the face of the storm, for me.
Putting aside the advice of doctors, family, and friends, she delayed her chemotherapy to make the 900 mile trek to my graduation. Walking across the Parris Island parade deck into her arms, I wasn’t just a proud new Marine, I was a beloved daughter. I was cherished.
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