We All were Born with Succeed

Just because someone is generous doesn't mean you can take advantage of them.

Background: both my parents are ophthalmologists (eye surgeon) and they practice at a private clinic together. To comply with rule #6 I won’t mention in which country this takes place but keep in mind this isn’t in the states or Canada.

Five years ago my parents took over a private clinic. The doctor that was practicing there previously had treated his nurses horribly (e.g., yelling and throwing things at the nurses when they make a mistake, calling them all sorts of awful names even in front of patients). However, my parents are not the kind of people who can do that.

So when my parents took over the clinic, they gave the nurses a raise, were flexible with their schedule, and treated them humanely. Not to generalize an entire country but for an employer to treat their employees with kindness is not very common here.

Here’s where the problem started. The nurses, instead of appreciating my parents’ generosity, they thought it would be okay to try and take advantage of this situation. They would show up late, come up with excuses to skip their shift and complain when my parents don’t pay them for their personal days, and they would talk down to my parents.

My parents never tolerated this kind of behaviour in the first place. Whenever the nurses behaved like this, they would sit them down and remind them that they should be treating my parents with respect not only because my parents are their superior but because they’re all adults. They would behave well for a few months and then the same thing would happen again. My parents have already replaced two of them so it’s not like they’re under the illusion that they have job security.

*Soapbox alert*: What bothers me most is that these nurses behaved perfectly well when they were being treated like animals by the previous doctor. And I would be more understanding if they were young but these nurses are in their mid-forties to mid-fifties.

Anyway, August is when most businesses take their summer vacation which basically means employees get a three or four day weekend but very rarely more than four. And surprise surprise, one of the nurses last week were complaining about not receiving a six-day-long paid vacation. She’s claiming that’s how much nurses receive at other clinics (which they don’t) and that it’s illegal for my parents to not allow them to do so (it’s not). And it’s not like we’re prohibiting her from using up her personal days to extend her long weekend.

I think that was the last straw for my mother. She spoke to our lawyer to double check what we’re allowed to do. Here’s a rough translation of what my mom said to that nurse yesterday in front of all the other nurses:

“We pay you above average for a private clinic nurse and we’ve been more than reasonable to your complaints and requests. There’s nothing else I can do to make the work environment here any safer and more peaceful. Despite never having done anything illegal nor violating any part of our contract, you think it’s appropriate to act like we’re taking advantage of you? Fine, let’s play by the ‘law’.”

  • Her contract needs to be renewed at the end of September. Her pay will be decreased to the legally required minimum wage.
  • The premium healthcare we provide for our employees that we’re not legally obligated to pay for? Her’s will be reduced to the basic plan.
  • Nurses are paid by the hour and there’s no minimum number of hours legally required in the contract so we already cut her shifts by half.

The workforce in this country is incredibly competitive so given her age, it is very unlikely she’ll be able to find another job as a nurse. Even if she did, she would have to leave my parents on good terms; as in she can’t badmouth us or cause chaos right before quitting otherwise her license could easily be taken away and all it takes is for my parents to blacklist her in the doctors’ association and no doctor in this country will ever hire her.

Her husband owns a construction firm that does pretty well so it’s not like the contract revisions will put her family out in the streets or anything. Still, I know this kind of makes us look like monsters but my parents rarely take such drastic measures. As their child, it was super satisfying to see them finally defend themselves.

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  • ❝ If I enter Hell, you will spare the world your degradation? ❞
  • ❝ Nothing can stop the plan my dark lord has for this world.. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you want to spare that pitiful whore an agonizing death?
  • ❝ How did we come to be here right now? How is this possible?
  • ❝ You would save every life in [ PLACE ], even the life of your true love.
  • ❝ I don’t know whether to kill her or kiss her. ❞
  • ❝ Do you remember what I told you? All those years ago, that vow I made… ❞
  • ❝ You said you’d come back for me.
  • ❝ They say a point that some things are worth waiting for.
  • ❝ For once, prove yourself worthy of her love. Save her.
  • ❝ I know. Terrible. Awful. Evil incarnate. ❞
  • ❝ I was the perfect wife and yet you still preferred the company of a whore. ❞
  • ❝ Whatever your hatred for me do not let that be hatred for all.
  • ❝ Please…please let me out of here before it is too late. ❞
  • ❝ You and I both know what a dissolute weakling you really are.
  • ❝ But when I release you, you will have the chance to be that great man. ❞
  • ❝ Blind me if you will. I can track and kill you in the darkest night!
  • ❝ I will not be your angel doll a second longer, even if I could. ❞
  • ❝ You shameless hypocrite! You…who persecuted and executed so many innocents. ❞
  • ❝ You…who murdered your own father. You…who sang the worst sin of all is a lie. ❞
  • ❝ You lied to everyone, or is lying merely another privilege reserved for men?! ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.
  • ❝ Perhaps killing him took what life I had left?
  • ❝ Perhaps I returned to the grave they took me from? ❞
  • ❝ He calls to me. Do you hear him?! He talks to me. ❞
  • ❝ You would damn generations to hell on earth because of your own bitter heart?!
  • ❝ I would turn the earth into a bitter desert in the very image of my heart! ❞
  • ❝ Tell me you don’t enjoy his touch. ❞
  • ❝ I cannot command my body, but my heart felt nothing.
  • ❝ It curdled inside me every time he touched me. ❞
  • ❝ I had to endure it and beg for more.  ❞
  • ❝ Perhaps you’re right; I should know more about humanity. ❞
  • ❝ We use nonsense to make sense.
  • ❝ You stole the life from inside me.
  • ❝ Lie for your own ear’s sake. You and I both know what kind of creature you truly are! ❞
  • ❝ If that is what your hatred tastes like, I look forward to your love. ❞
  • ❝ Do they make love in hell? ❞
  • ❝ You’ll owe me for cleaning up your mess…and congratulations. ❞
  • ❝ All is fair in love and war, if there’s really any difference.
  • ❝ You think a few rotten vines can hold me? ❞
  • ❝ Once, you were the source of [ NAME ] power. Not anymore! ❞
  • ❝ You’ve never understood the real meaning of sacrifice nor its power. ❞
  • ❝ Every end must have its beginning. ❞
  • ❝ Trust me, [ NAME ]. This baby is as important to me as it is to you. ❞
  • ❝ We were then as are now: fearsome engines of wrath. ❞
  • ❝ I could make love better as a corpse than you in your prime. ❞
  • ❝ Give her what she wants before she even knows what she wants. ❞
  • ❝ You are in greater danger than we could have known. ❞
  • ❝ That’s madness. What could I possibly do that an army cannot? ❞
  • ❝ Your love still sleeps like we all once slept in our mother’s womb. ❞
  • ❝ I could’ve killed you, or wiped your memory and left you a blank state.
  • ❝ Hate is just a shadow of love; where there is one, the other is sure to follow. ❞
  • ❝ So let them hang me! So long as they believe, I will tell them all.
  • ❝ I couldn’t have demanded it if you hadn’t the strength, but you do. ❞
  • ❝ Well they picked the wrong witch, and the wrong woman. ❞
  • ❝ I shall prove to them that truly, hell hath no fury like THIS woman scorned. ❞
  • ❝ How long I’ve waited for you to say those words. ❞
  • ❝ I thought I’d have to watch you die right there. ❞
  • ❝ What have you done to me now, queen of bitches?
  • ❝ Run as far and as fast as you may, [ NAME ]. You can never escape. ❞
  • ❝ I made that boy’s body, only I can unmake it. ❞
  • ❝ If I succeed, we will have all the time in the world.
  • ❝ If I fail, then at least I felt your love in me once before the darkness fell. ❞
  • ❝ I, as much as anyone, put you in this grave. And now, I must drag you from it. ❞
  • ❝ My love for you rules all that I do. ❞
  • ❝ If this is your love, I hope never to see your hate. ❞
  • ❝ Your wishful mind promised you all those things. ❞
  • ❝ I promised you to return the beauty for which you were born. ❞
  • ❝ They have tried and failed to build the kingdom of heaven here on earth, it is our turn. ❞
  • ❝ I, too, am capable of unconditional love. ❞
  • ❝ Witches are the very embodiment of evil. ❞
  • ❝ So why can’t I use my power for good? To make the world a better, fairer place. ❞
  • ❝ Where is he? What have you done with the boy? ❞
  • ❝ How about you leave me well enough and far alone. ❞
  • ❝ You’re being cruel. I thought you wanted me? ❞
  • ❝ Wanted you? No one has ever wanted you. Not your own father. ❞
  • ❝ I never longed for power, I longed for love.
  • ❝ With every breath we take, we betray somebodies trust.. ❞
  • ❝ I wonder when you’d come. Believe it or not, I am glad you survived. ❞
  • ❝ You would have me speak words of love while you destroy him. ❞
  • ❝ What kind of a world would have demons, but no angels? ❞
  • ❝ You’re all fornicators; screwing each other every day of the week. ❞
  • ❝ This is vile blasphemy and you will hang for it. ❞
  • ❝ Go on then, hang me! Hang me! Done died on those stocks years ago. ❞
  • ❝ You all so busy looking for where the evil came from, you brought it with you. ❞
  • ❝ Do you ever speak anything but threats? ❞
  • ❝ I will delight in destroying what you hold most dear. ❞
  • ❝ Shall I trust a wasp not to sting? ❞
  • ❝ Your mind is deeper, your words are truer and your heart far more pure. ❞
  • ❝ Do not let my failures be yours. And, know this, I love you. ❞
  • ❝ My heart? You’re welcome to it but it might be a little bitter for taste. ❞
  • ❝ Dear [ NAME ], did you really think I’d let you lay a hand on me? ❞
  • ❝ Now this is awkward, you being her with your ex and your next . ❞
  • ❝ The look of open affection and gratitude in your face is repayment enough. ❞
  • ❝ I know how our story ends. It ends like this…and they lived happily ever after. ❞
  • ❝ I must have misplaced them, perhaps in the same dark cabinet where you keep your morals. ❞
  • ❝ I will find you and keep you alive long enough for you to see me take my first bite out of your heart. ❞
  • ❝ The human body is a pitiful sack of blood, piss and water. I fear in your case, mostly piss. ❞

Dear Bryce,

A year has passed since I first saw your precious face. Oh, how’ve you grown since that October afternoon. I still remember storming out the door and speeding down the highway to get to the hospital. So many thoughts raced through my mind that morning. How big you would be? What your hair would look like? Would you be a ladies man like your dad? I’ve never felt a combination of fear and joy like I felt that day. Why fear? Because of society. You were born during a time where race issues were beginning to resurface and I was scared that the world may not accept you.

I got to the hospital just as the sun was starting to peak over the trees. I ran inside and I could hear your mother moaning and growling like an animal in captivity! I remember going in the room and standing in the corner. I was afraid of your mother at that time. A few hours passed and it was time for you to make your mark on this earth. Your mother pushed six times and you were here.

Our sweet boy. Our soon to be King. You were here. I couldn’t believe it. I remember your mother panicking because she couldn’t hear you crying. I remember her asking frantically “why isn’t he crying. why can’t I hear him”. Then boom, that cry that we would grow to love could be heard down the halls of the hospital. I remember hugging your mothers head and kissing her on the forehead. You were a big one! I felt like there was a WWE announcer saying “WEIGHING 9 POUNDS AND 5 OUNCES WITH A HEIGHT OF 21 AND A HALF INCHES BRYYYYYYYYCEEEEEEE ANTHONYYYYYY MARRRRRTINNNNN”. Hope you said it in that announcer voice when you read that.

The first night, I was the happiest person in the world. Holding you in my arms made my heart melt. I remember you looking at me and scrunching up your eyebrows and looking like a grumpy old man. You looked as if you hated the world but then again, you were your fathers child. After a couples of nights in the hospital, the doctors determined that you were ready to go out and face the world! We couldn’t get you away from the hospital any quicker. We sped straight to sonic to get your mom some cheese tots. I know right? But you didn’t care. It was your first Halloween and you were happy as our little Frankenstein.

We were on our own now. Your mother and I were parents. There was no pause button or help desk we could call. Your presence made us change the way we look at life but it was a much needed change.

A part of me feels bad that both of your parents are photographers because you’re going to have a camera in your face for the rest of your life. But is that really a bad thing? People all over the world tell me how much they love you you’ve never even met them and may never meet them. All because of photography.

I plan to give you the universe and then some but it saddens me that you won’t be able to feel the love that my mother would have given you. She would have loved the brown right off your skin! I remember how happy she was when your cousin Christian was born. Being a grandmother was her gift and even though she’s not physically here, I know she’s looking out for you and making sure I take care of you.

All we want is to watch you succeed. I can’t protect you from the mistakes you’ll make in life but I can vow to be there to help you chart out a plan to avoid the next one. I don’t want to see you trip and fall but I know it’s the only way you’ll know what to avoid the next time.

One last thing. You were born during a very difficult time. Race is an issue right now. I wish I could explain why but I can’t. There’s a lot of black vs. white occurring. People are gonna say that you’re different because of the color of your skin. Listen to me closely Bryce, you’re not. And if you understand that, it actually gives you a one up. Skin is only skin. It doesn’t define your character. You may encounter some situations that will test your patience but just remember that some are ignorant to the fact race doesn’t matter.

You have a gift. The same gift my mother had. The same gift I have. You have a smile that can change the world. Never forget how important that gift is and never be afraid to smile during the darkest times to brighten your way.

I’ll always love you more than sharks love blood, baby boy 💙.

The Slug Club - Social Mobility in a Medieval World

The Slug Club has been controversial amongst fans due to its inherent elitist nature. Whist many people have decried that such a society shouldn’t exist in the school because it’s “not fair”. 

Other essay writers like Redhen proposed that there has always been some kind of “Slug Club” and Slughorn is just the last in a long line of connection brokers in a world that is reliant on connections and patronage

I have a different theory regarding the Slug Club. I explain:

  • Why Slughorn is a brave innovator who introduced a brand new concept to the wizarding world: social mobility for muggle-borns 
  • How the Slug Club works to better wizarding society
  • Why Slughorn set up the Club in the first place - most likely in response to the Dark Lord that preceded Voldemort. 
  • Why, despite Slughorn’s best intentions, his actions contributed directly to the rise of Lord Voldemort - in more ways than one. 


An Ancient Society Built on Patronage 

The Harry Potter’s world may look familiar because the books are primarily set in a school, but the wizarding world is not modern Britain with magic, it is a completely different society that has developed on its own independent trajectory for nearly 400 years. The organisation of the wizarding world bears very little resemblance to a modern developed country. In fact it more closely resembles a pre-industrial Britain of the 17th century both in demographics and in prevailing societal attitudes. (See – An Endangered Species Essay)

The Slug Club is inherently not fair, because the Wizarding World is not fair. In fact the wizarding world does not have the concept of “fairness” as understood by anyone living in a modern developed country. Discrimination is openly accepted on all levels and is considered a natural part of life. Never have the words “equal opportunities” or “social mobility” ever been utter by any wizards/witches because these concepts simply do not exist on a cultural/societal level. On an individual level students at Hogwarts are taught about interpersonal virtues of respect, honour and fairness but there is no concerted effort to make the entire society fair for everyone.

In modern Britain politicians promote the virtues of a meritocracy above all else and discrimination is seen as something that should be stamped out. In the job market, employers bend over backwards to look like they give the same opportunities for all. Judges, politicians, and other figures of authority have to publically announce their conflicts of interests (basically anything that affects their neutrality in decision making). Of course nepotism, corruption and prejudice are still endemic to modern British society and growing in strength under the current government but the prevailing social attitude is that these things are definitely wrong.  Never do we see such modern British values being spoken of in the wider Wizarding World. In the Wizarding World one’s connections account for far more than one’s abilities and this is widely accepted as perfectly decent and normal. 

The idea that some family lineages are superior to others is another relic of our collective medieval past that the Wizarding World still endorses to this day. Up until the 20th century, muggle society believed that aristocrats were inherently superior by virtue of better breeding to the working classes. In modern Britain, outwardly at least, we all believe that everyone regardless of their birth has the same potential and deserves the same opportunities to succeed. However this equal opportunities concept to be absent in the Wizarding World as whole.

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We Make the Kingdom - Pt 16(M)

Image by silverdagger865
Pairing: Yongguk x OC
Genre: Fantasy, with Angst and SMUT
Summary:  After a vampire attack leaves you almost dead, you are rescued by a group of werelions, powers long thought to be extinct. Upon discovering the same magic flows in your blood, you join their fight against encroaching vampires and another, very human monster, to save the kingdom.
A/N: I’m really sorry this a week late. Like I said, Lamia made a surprise appearance and threw a monkey wrench in things. Sorry again for the delay!
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 ,  8, 9(M), 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Dead grass crumples into tiny clouds of dust the instant you step on it. The entire plain is empty and lifeless as if ravaged by an immense fire. Iron gray clouds dominate the sky, stretching from horizon to horizon with no promise of rain, and make it impossible to tell if it is day or night. The darkness is the same. Unease creeps through your limbs at the sudden feeling of unseen eyes stalking you.

Trying to find your bearings, you scan the scenery for any recognizable landmark. Mountains rise harsh and ominous behind you. Opposite them is a solitary walled city surrounded by dozens of small mounds. The Capitol. Not a single torch burns along its parapets to guard against the encroaching dark.

Something is wrong.

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Forsaken Epilogue
Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton
Forsaken Epilogue

Mother. Father. I am sorry. I have failed you both. I made a promise to protect our people. I thought…I thought if I could stop the Templars, if I could keep the revolution free from their influence, that those I supported would do what was right. They did, I suppose, do what was right—what was right for them.

As for you, Father, I thought I might unite us, that we would forget the past and forge a better future. In time, I believed you could be made to see the world as I did—to understand. But it was just a dream. This, too, I should have known.

Were we not meant to live in peace, then? Is that it? Are we born to argue? To fight? So many voices—each demanding something else.

It has been hard at times, but never harder than today. To see all I worked for perverted, discarded, forgotten. You would say I have described the whole of history, Father.

Are you smiling, then? Hoping I might speak the words you longed to hear? To validate you? To say that all along you were right? I will not. Even now, faced as I am with the truth of your cold words, I refuse. Because I believe things can still change. I may never succeed. The Assassins may struggle another thousand years in vain. But we will not stop.

Compromise. That’s what everyone has insisted upon. And so I have learnt it. But differently than most, I think. I realize now that it will take time, that the road ahead is long and shrouded in darkness. It is a road that will not always take me where I wish to go—and I doubt I will live to see its end.

But I will travel down it nonetheless. For at my side walks hope. In the fact of all that insists I turn back, I carry on: this, this is my compromise.

Passage found in the Forsaken epilogue.

oceanfoxxx  asked:

Thank you for being one of the few adults I know who doesn't shit on my generation...

Are you kidding me?! You kids are fucking incredible! You put up with so much bullshit from people my age and older and you thrive and survive by relying on each other and holy shit, my friend, you do not understand how amazing it is to see the glory of a generation growing up with constant access to information and with the ability to just …learn … whatever the hell you want to learn, even (and especially) when it’s things like “I’m different from everyone I know in X and Y ways and I don’t know why, please help?” and you get information and support and holy shit you guys care about each other in ways that I never had growing up. With that technology and access though, you also have the horrid reality of the bullying at school following you home and everywhere and I can’t even imagine what that must be like. But you know, and you reach out for help and to help and that’s astounding.

My ex-wife and I had a philosophy when it came to raising our daughters. We have always tried to “Create an environment of Satisfied Curiosity.” My poor dad had to hear “But, how?” and “But, why?” with no access to any of the tools I’ve had to do that, and in fairness, when our older daughter was born in 2001, I didn’t quite have what’s available now, but we never wanted to tell our kids to stop asking questions. Turns out we weren’t alone. 

Your generation asks the questions. All the time. And you expect answers. You take us to task for the shit we’ve done and that we haven’t done. And you challenge us to do better. To be better. And you expect better. 

My generation and our parents fed you the same lies we were fed - get your education, go to work, work hard and you’ll succeed and your success is measured (and ONLY measured) in how much you make your life look like ours - buy these things, do these things, live this life, and you’ll be happy. You’re calling us on the bullshit because we did all these things and you can see that it did not make us happy. Y’all seek love and community and when you build, you build networks and lean on each other and strengthen each other. 

And hey, listen. I’m not wearing rose-colored glasses. There’s plenty of you that are living in terrible situations and don’t have access to all the things, or understand that they aren’t alone and isolated. But I see you all reaching out to them too. What a blessing!

There’s plenty of you that are entitled little shits, too, but I see the rest of you calling them on their bullshit and showing each other how maybe their experience with privilege is not in fact universal, and I see people learning and changing. Holy shit, the number of times I’ve had serious conversations and disagreements and then got my head out of my ass to learn a thing, only to realize the person I’ve been talking to is 14 or 16 or 18 … I COULD NEVER HAVE DONE THAT AT THAT AGE. Seriously. I could never have articulated the things I hear from you kids all the time. 

You are all so strong, and so brave and so determined. I am glad that my daughters have y’all as peers. I’m proud of all of you. 

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cherry turnover, bananas foster, creme brûlée, fudge brownie, apple crisp, cinnamon bun

cherry turnover: who do you live with? 

my aunt-who-is-basically-my-sister (she’s four years older than me and we grew up in the same house) and her boyfriend! and our dog!

bananas foster: do you believe in soulmates? 

not really! I don’t believe in predestination, and I’m not spiritual or religious at all anymore. I think soulmate stuff is kinda defeatist actually; your relationship succeeds because you and your partner nurture it, not because of some magic from before you were born.

do I believe that you can somehow find a woman you have immediate, unbelievable, almost alchemical feelings for, who’s perfect for you to a literally incredible degree, and who you can guess almost immediately is the person you should spend your life with? I do now, yeah

creme brûlée: describe your style 

menswear femme! I love that term for myself.

fudge brownie: do you like your name? 

I really like it, yeah! I like that it has a bit of a bite and is unusual without being unheard of. I like that it’s a little masc without being like a Reclaimed Boy’s Name. I like my middle name, which is Ellington, and I think they sound good together! I like my full name too! It’s distinctive! My parents did good, haha

apple crisp: how do you relax? 

skincare! I’m a skincare bitch! I get very tangibly wound up when I don’t do it just because I find the routine very grounding

cinnamon bun: favorite salty snack? 

I’m more of a sweet or fruity snack gal personally, but I like those rosemary triscuits a lot, and cool ranch doritos every once and a while

My father left those for me.

Mother, Father, I am sorry. I have failed you both.

I made a promise to protect our people. I thought…I thought if I could stop the Templars—if I could keep the Revolution free from their influence—that those I supported would do what was right.

They did—I suppose—do what was right…

What was right for them.

As for you, Father: I thought I might unite us, that we would forget the past and forge a better future.

In time I believed you could be made to see the world as I did; to understand…but it was just a dream. This too, I should have known.

Were we not meant to live in peace, then? Is that it?

Are we born to argue? To fight?

So many voices, each demanding something else… It has been hard at times, but never harder than today to see all I worked for; perverted, discarded, forgotten!

You would say I have described the whole of history, Father. Are you smiling, then? Hoping I might speak the words you long to hear? To validate you? To say that all along, you were right?

I will not.

Even now, faced as I am with the truth of your cold words, I refuse, because I believe things can still change. I may never succeed—the Assassin’s may struggle another thousand years in vain—but we will not stop!

Compromise. That is what everyone has insisted upon. And so I have learned it. But differently than most, I think…

I realize now that it will take time; that the road ahead is long, and shrouded in darkness. It is a road that will not always take me where I wish to go, and I doubt I will live to see its end. But I will travel down it nonetheless.

For at my side walks hope. In the face of all that insists I turn back, I carry on. This…

This is my compromise.

—  -Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor - Assassin’s Creed: Forsaken

This was last week, at the Metropolitan Championship race. This took place at Van Cortlandt park and I ran an 18:48 for the 5k course and placed sixth in the race. Lots of hills, lots of pain, lots of reasons to want to give up, but I have worked far too hard and trained far too much to ever let doubt come into the plans I have set for myself.

Today we ran the course at Lafayette College, a 6k course with many hills that I did not anticipate. I ran a 22:58 and placed first in the race.

I am not one who likes to talk about my stats. I don’t like to openly talk about how I do unless directly asked or questioned about my performances and PRs, etc, but on here I like to document my journey, my progress, and I love sharing my stories with you all because I love hearing all of your successes as well.

Running has changed my life. It has also brought me to some of the most amazing people and memories I could have ever asked for.

I was hurting so bad in the race today, but I got on that line right before the gun went off and said to myself, “I am going to win this race today.” Don’t ask me why I decided this for myself, I just wanted it so bad.

There is no better feeling than coming down that straightaway finish knowing you did everything you could have possibly done, giving every bit of effort from your body and your soul, and seeing the time on that clock that you wanted, all the pain you felt during that race suddenly disappears, because you realize it was worth every minute.

There are so many excuses and reasons we can tell ourselves we will fail, but it is up to us to tell ourselves why we were born and made to succeed. You train to run. Run this race because you LOVE to do it. Run because you CAN. You are capable, you have working legs, a healthy heart, a strong mind, an incredible body made to carry you through obstacles.

Running is so much more than just moving along with two legs. It is a way of life. It is the amazing feeling of soreness and hunger after you accomplished a goal. It is seeing your times decrease because of the choice to wake up every morning and train. It is seeing your teammates happy, seeing your coach smile, treating your body and soul with the utmost respect. It is doing the things you have to do, even when you may not feel like always doing them.