I have had two wake up calls:
My first one was my senior year of high school (2005). After normal afternoon lifting at the school gym, I had a voice mail on my cell phone from my mother. I called her back and she informed me that my grandfather, Papa, had a heartattack but everything was okay (wasnt true, everything was NOT okay). This was my father figure growing up as I did not have a father who was there for me. This was the man who taught me how to cast a fishing pole and bait my own hook. Well, I was headed to my friends house before I went home to go to the hositpal and his house phone rang. It was my mother and she wanted to talk to my friends mother. I thought was was weird and knew somethign wasnt right! His mom got off the phone, looked at me and said: Jessie, baby I am sorry!. She didnt need to say anything else. I knew my Papa had past away. I was so upset that she had to drive home as I couldnt drive myself to meet up with my younger brother before going to the hositpal. Before we could pull out of his driveway, my younger brother called me and said " John got into a accident and they said it didnt lok good". John is my older brother, who was 20 at the time. I didnt think too much as I knew John was always a carfeul driver and was a strong person. Well, when we got to the hospital, I met with my family in grief. As we were walking outside to see the friends and people who came to show respect, we were confront by 2 state patrol officers. They told us that John had got into a accident and didnt make it, he was pronounced DEAD ON ARRIVAL. Now my papa and my oldest brother both died within 10 mintues of each other.
My next story happened in September 2008:
In January of 2008, i weighed 165 and was a competitive PL. Then something started happening to me and I started loosing weight. Everyone thought I had a eating disorder but I knew it was somethign else. By September, I suffered a heart attack. I was sent to the hosptial where I laid there for 3 weeks. In these 3 weeks I lost 30 lbs and left with a pacemaker and weighed 103! I didnt think I was going to make it and there were days I thought I was going to die. But when you have the right people behind you, friends and family, it makes it easier.
Now I am 22 years old and weigh 165, and I am the stronger, and healthiest I EVER have been. I will also be graduating with my B.A. Degree in December. I am very forunate to have family and friends that have supported me throughout my whole life!
AND FOR YOU SHELBY!
Man, where do I start. You are the reason I am where I am today. If I would have never of met you, I KNOW FOR A FACT!!! that I would nto be here today! We all know that you can help people reach there goals and change their looks, BUT YOU CAN ALSO SAVE LIVES! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING, I MEAN IT! I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO RE PAY YOU!