Dreams

One intellegent old man once told me, "Dreams be dreams." That is a phrase i will never forget. My name is Rachel. I have recently lost a lot in my life, my dad, boyfriend, and my dreams. Lets start with my dad, he was a great smart man. He would give me encouragement to go on everyday and be the best i could possible be. He was nice to everyone he came in contact with and he loved me. He was recently lost in a avalanche. I never would have thought i would loose my dad at the age of 17. Second, my Boyfriend. He was good to me, most of the time. He was a sweet boy, yet a little immature and kiddish. Im not saying thats a bad thing, its just something that every teen age boy needs to work on. We broke up for a few reasons, first because things were getting to emotional for him, and second because i wanted to date other people. But guess what? Yupp, hes the one with the 'new girl' now, and im stuck with nothing. And lastly is my dreams, since everything lately has been happening, ive gone downhill, everything. Im starting to act different, my grades are starting to drop, im starting to do worse at everything i was once so good at. My dreams are getting destroyed because of something that happened, some trials in my life. Its hard to look at everything how it used to be, and how it is now and how everything can change so instantly.

Outgrown

In your life everyone outgrowns something. One thing that i have outgrown is my baby blanket. When i was younger my baby blanket was always so precious to me. i didn't go anywhere without it. i would bring it to pre-school, church and even long road trips. Many years ago when my family and i went to Washington i accidentally forgot my blanket there, i was heartbroken. but luckily my cousins had it and were coming down to Utah a few weeks later. So eventually i would see my blanket again. Throughout the years i have become less and less attached to it, but i still wont let my mom throw it away. Now it collecting dust in my closet, but i still love my precious torn-up baby blanket.

One Day

One day i was walking down a small, non-busy street when suddenly a boy walking about 100 feet in front of me colapsed. Quickly i ran toward him to see what when wrong. He was about 30 years of age to my 27. He was freaking out, but unconcience. He was having a seizere. Quickly i held his head close to my chest, thats what i learned in med-school. So that he wouldnt hit his head on somthing that could kill him. I call 911. A few minutes later the ambulance arrived to pick this man up. They thanked me, and were off.

Some will miss out...

Some things in peoples lives are extremelly important to others. When an individual passes away or is lost for all time by their actions it can be very heartbreaking. You have been missing out on a lot. For example, being part of our life. Too busy for anything else but for you, things that benefit you. All I can think about is those nights together. How we would hang around and enjoy a movie, go stargazing, just have a good time. But now your missing out on something that could have been better then what we had. Going to atheletic events together and cheering on our teams. To look out into the crowd just to point out that special person, thats now gone, and missing out. Now there are many people in your life. Just as important to you as i was to you when we were the strongest. I guess some things just have to move on and forget that person missing out. Although some people miss out, some might not. I think about taking those chances to meet more people and become a better friend with those I come in contact with. These things will always make you feel better for the person who you think, and know is missing out.