Everyone has a story. Some are famous, some are told before bed, some are told everyday, and some are hardly even told at all. It's those tales that really change someone's life. It's those kind of stories that make people believe in magic or a greater Being, Someone watching and controlling a sequence of events, moments that seem to just tie together. I was living mine, and at the moment I didn't really see it. I guess you don't really see destiny it kind of just presents itself. I was scheduled to attend Law school at Columbia University in the fall, the family didn't want me to far from home, however as compensation my entire family was chipping in for my Euro-Trip fund. Most of my family was coming down for my graduation, it'd be the first time we'd all be together since I was eleven, when my mom died. Ever since then we hadn't really all been together. Ever since my mom died, it seemed like time just kind of got slower. My dad tried his hardest to keep things going normal but you could tell he missed my mom. He was like an empty person desperately trying to hide this extreme sadness that seems to consume his entire being. He lived his life as it came, I guess that made the transition easier on him. I, however, just lived my life by order and preparation. It became sort of a habit after my mom. All my life I prepped, planned, and accounted for everything I did, but what happened to me in my last year of college I honestly didn't see coming.
