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Life's short. Talk fast. It only takes one moment in paradise to forget the past, to predict the future, and to enjoy the present, and for that one moment - everything is worth it.
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- Oct 25th, 2006
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Diary of an Obsessive-Compulsive Blonde [11] |
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Diary of an Obsessive-Compulsive Blonde [10] |
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Caught Between the Truth and the Lies |
5.00 |
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Young and Reckless |
4.50 |
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Beauty [A One-Shot] |
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Latest Journal Entry
April 23, 2008
Life is so unfair.
Why is it that one of the sweetest kids I know won't live past his teens, while I have the chance to live out my whole life?I just don't get it.
You see, every saturday I volunteer helping disabled kids play soccer. I have two 6-year-old buddies, Aldo and Eric. Aldo has cerebral palsy, and I just found out, Eric has MPS, or Mucopolysaccharidosis. When I found out what he had, I looked it up, and I 'm still kind of confused as to what it is. Apparently it's a genetic storage disorder. When I saw the list of sympotoms, everything about Eric suddenly became much clearer.
He has trouble running and walking, has had many surgeries(he recently had knee surgery and was out of soccer for a few weeks), is very short, has trouble hearing, is very hyperactive, etc.
He's also the sweetest, cutest little boy you'll ever meet. As soon as he sees me he latches onto me and happily talks and talks, and he and Aldo just want to chase me around and play Spiderman the whole time. They're a handful, but I love them to bits.
And I just found out that Eric will probably not live past his teens. When I found out, I cried. And cried, and cried. I have a picture of us on my dresser, and in it he is looking up at me with a smile on his face like always, so happy and cheerful and optimistic. How the hell could God take him away at such a young age? How could he let amazing, beautiful Eric degenerate into paralysis, and eventually, death? I can't believe this. I don't want to think about it. But I can't help myself. I feel so selfish.
I took him for granted. I took life for granted. I'm so incredibly lucky.
xoxo,
Kt
