Lying in a hospital bed, I can’t imagine this being the end of my life. With so many years of planning, studying and being goal oriented, has my allergies finally beat me? Dr. Shalom comes in the room and puts me to sleep. I have two dreams, the first one I reminisce on all the things I have committed to through high school. I remember waking up 7:30 in the morning to go to basketball practice on a Saturday. We worked so many hours to be the best. Then after practice I would go to a Top Teen meeting to discuss ways to better our communities. Usually afterwards there would be some type of community service activity to participate in. If all that work was to go to waste I would lose all my fate.
I wake up and I see Dr. Shalom talking to my parents, he says that he doesn’t understand what could make me stop breathing so randomly. I cry myself back to sleep, how could they help me if they don’t even know where to start. My parents have been there my whole life to motivate me and be my support system. They have worked so hard to make a better life for me and have sacrificed a lot so that I can have more opportunities in the suburbs. Where we use to stay you saw some of the most unimaginable things. Walking home from school, I could see people being robbed at gun point. I appreciate them so much for trying to give me a chance at a better life.
I then had my second dream. I remember when I was a little girl, my grandfather took me on a road trip to visit his alma mater. He filled the ride there with stories of his time in college. He also tells about the awkward ride to there when he took my parents, who were just teenagers at the time, they also attended. We walk the halls and he tells me a story about almost every room we passed. I see the students running around with purple and gold on their face. I see why a majority of my family has gone their. I saw so much school pride that I knew this is where I wanted to further my education. I realized at Prairie View...