I can still remember when I was a little girl, always having premonitions of tragic things happening in my life. Things like going blind, becoming deaf or losing my ability to walk are some examples of these premonitions. If these things ever happened to me, would I be able to still love my life? Would I be able to keep moving on and living life, or would I be devastated and lose my will to try? My father always told me that I could do anything I wanted to. He tried to instill in me that all things were possible. But if a tragedy was given to me, would it be possible for me to deal with it and move past it? I always felt like my life had a bigger purpose. I was here for a reason, and one day I would have a story to tell.
I had lived my life to the fullest, even as a young child. My father worked for the United States Air Force and was a single father. It was always just him and me. I had been all over the world and seen a million places, before I was even in high school. I loved dancing, hiking, playing sports and anything else that kept me active. My father used to tell me that I always seemed to be in a hurry to do everything I could possibly do in one day.
When the accident happened, I was a 21-year-old, living life to the fullest. I had a 2-year-old daughter, and loved to just have a good time. I spent time with family and friends and lived everyday as if it was my last...
[Picture at right: Last picture taken of me standing at my oldest daughter's 2nd birthday party]