Sometimes it takes a tragedy to remind you of what is really important in life.
About three years ago my best friend, Marly and two of her sisters died during the earthquake in Haiti. It was exactly three weeks, five days and nine hours since I last saw them. I will never forget that day, or the months that came after. I remember thinking about all the experiences in life that she will miss by being taken at such a young age, and how a mother would survive the loss of three daughters at once! I could go into a detail account of the type of person she was, but I will go straight to the point and explain how losing her affected my life.
The months after I learned of her death, I was in a very depressed state. I remember that school became the least of my problems, I became short tempered, I spent weeks not showing up for my lectures, and just lying in bed hating that I was alive and that she was not. On the days when I made it to class, it was as if I wasn’t there because it was impossible for me to grasp anything that was going on outside of my head. Needless to say, that semester I failed the classes that required me to be present mentally and physically.
After a year of soul searching, rehearsing every important conversation we ever had, I began thinking about what I was doing with the life I was still blessed to have, which led me to realize that I needed to change a few things and to stop worrying over something I cannot change since it’s wasted time-instead, I should be figuring out how to help out the survivors.