Hard to believe I am actually at my dorm now.
My dreams for higher education are being realized.
Someday I am going to make a difference in someone elses life.
I want to be a counsellor for disabled children.
I think its only fitting with the hand I have been dealt.
But no I am not bitter about what happened to me. Wallowing in it isn't going to give me the use of my legs back. so I better just get on with my life to the best of my ability.
Don't get me wrong I grieve and I have grieved plenty. I am not someone whose unfeeling. But I want to move on.
I need to move on. The fact that I can not walk any longer does not have to mean I can not make a difference.
And yes I have forgiven the person who shot me. A troubled girl who had to much sorrow in her life and just snapped.
I don't condone what she did by a long shot, but I do forgive her.
I am also glad she is going to be in jail for a good long time. A youth facility and I pray she gets much needed help.
Otherwise I am afraid what might happen when she is released.
She deserves a chance, but not at the cost of more lives.
To Be Continued