Journal #8: A second chance at life?
I know this sounds crazy, but I have a weird feeling that my mom predicted the accident, or at least knew something was going to happen. I offered to drive from the Starbucks in Lakeland to Tampa, and she was all for it. She ended up going to the drivers side anyway. She saved my life. Now I feel like I have to live my life in a completely different way then I did before. I feel the need to get married and have babies (not right away, but eventually), I want to be a leader and maybe run for office, I need to go to law school-- there are a million things that I feel the need to do now.
Law School was always in my plans, but I was starting to change my mind. My mom would have wanted me to go and be successful.
Law School was always in my plans, but I was starting to change my mind. My mom would have wanted me to go and be successful.