The Promise Land -April 27, 2019

Hello, world! Today is exactly one year since my heart transplant.

I cannot emphasize how important today is. The one year mark is my promise land: filled with happiness, liberty, and freedom.

I want to recap with what I was doing on April 27, 2018.

During Spring Break I was at Stanford for another procedure. My mom and I were looking at online schools for my sophomore year at High School.

Since I thought 2018 was my last year at a physical High School, I decided to have some fun. That weekend I was going to attend a club convention at San Francisco.

April 27, 2018, was a Friday and I was planning to leave on Saturday. Before I went to sleep, I packed for a night at a hotel.

At 3 am my dad woke me up. He told me there was a heart waiting for me.

When I was in the hospital, it hurt so much. I cannot stress how much pain I endured.

Holding onto hope was hard. Not only was I fighting physical battles, but I was also fighting mental battles.

I looked at the one year mark as my promise land. I said to myself, “One year from now everything and everything will change.”

Let’s be real, I didn’t have anything in the present, so I looked into the future.

I didn’t expect the pain to get to where I am right now, but I got here.

Not only did I survive, but I thrived. As Mr. Lewin told me, “You not only persevere through hardship, but you exceeded beyond all expectations. You knock on the door before blowing it up.”

That’s not what he precisely said, but it’s close.

There is hope in the world. I didn’t believe it in the hospital, but I sure do now.

I know that in the future I will face tremendous challenges I can’t even fathom right now, but with love, hope, and perseverance I can persist through anything.

Yes, I can persist through anything.

Hope is mankind’s greatest weakness and greatest strength.

Anonymous

☝️ fun I had with friends to celebrate

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