Taking it to a new degree
My freshman year of college I made friends with a guy on my floor named John. He was the youngest of two brothers – his older brother went to the same college and was a junior during our freshman year, so I got to know them both fairly well. They were two of the funniest guys I've ever met.
I don't remember how we ended up on the subject, but one day John told me that his mom had a miscarriage between his brother's birth and his — and that he was glad she did. This really caught me off guard at first, but then he explained that the reason that he was glad was that if she hadn't, he wouldn't be here. And then it clicked.
I've always been of the opinion that I should never regret things from my past, because they're part of who I am and how I got here, and I like who and where I am. I had never taken it to that degree, but if I had I can say without a doubt that I would've agreed with John.
I don't remember how we ended up on the subject, but one day John told me that his mom had a miscarriage between his brother's birth and his — and that he was glad she did. This really caught me off guard at first, but then he explained that the reason that he was glad was that if she hadn't, he wouldn't be here. And then it clicked.
I've always been of the opinion that I should never regret things from my past, because they're part of who I am and how I got here, and I like who and where I am. I had never taken it to that degree, but if I had I can say without a doubt that I would've agreed with John.
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