I guess I’m a little afraid to talk about myself, because I’m a big fan of telling someone everything while also telling them nothing.
But I might accidently start telling you all my flaws and in reality I hate flaws. I’m all about victories.
I guess to illustrate this I joined the track team in 7th grade because first I wanted to and second all my friends were doing it. The funny part is that I have an alignment problem in my legs which causes my knees to go side to side instead of up and down and it literally pains me to run but I ran and I ran until I couldn’t run anymore
…then spent the next 6 months in physical therapy. They asked why I pushed it to be so bad and I said the coach told me to get over it. So I did.  

But the point is I made it. A victory.

Right about now I could say it has been 3 years and only a couple people in this room would know what I meant, the rest just trying to count backwards in their heads to try to remember what happened back then. It’s not matter because the point is I made it and a couple months ago I went to a heart doctor. He asked about said 3 years in the form of,
I know you’re in a lot of pain and the damage is pretty extensive but on a scale of 1-10 how bad is your pain on a given day?
I said about an 8.
He scoffed at me and said if that was true I would be in a hospital.

I looked him dead in the eye and said, I’ve been to hospitals, they told me to get over it. So I did.

He wrote that down, and didn’t say anything else.