My Faith, His Story

You could say I'm young and immature but hey you can say whatever you wish. I am hated by many and loved by few. Join which ever you wish. I'd like to share though a little about the love I have for God and the reason why I have faith in our Lord.

It was middle school and yes this is a korny little beginning I am aware wise people! I had a crush on the most popular band boy..can you tell I was a geek? He was not attractive, he was not my prince charming, he was full of life and a bit annoying to many of the teachers and students, but yet I was deeply attracted to him in a little middle schooler way.

Things were a bit complicated but somehow we liked each other and yet we ended with the wrong boyfriend and girlfriend. Sadly and ironically we were both cheated on. We some how ended up freshman year together after confessing to each other how we liked one another a couple of months ago. We dated and ended up going out in Spring of 2004 we broke up a couple of times in between but by Fall 2006 our life had completely changed.

He was the high school marching band drum major and I was the color guard captain my junior year and when in a couple of games he fainted and I ended up by his side in the ambulance we were a bit confused and startled of what was going on with him. He kept coming up with excuse of how he couldn't go, or how it was nothing. Never did he go to the doctor but finally one day he did.

He sat me down inside the high school bandhall and told me how he had something to tell me and how he loved me. He told me he had cancer and I really thought it was a joke or at least I couldn't believe that. How can my boyfriend have cancer? How is this possible? When did this happen? I was so scared and that day I went home and was a complete disaster I cried more than I had ever cried.

We were technically not together when he told me the news but every day was I there for him no matter what, you could say that I was a girlfriend and a friend. Finally winter break came and he told me he was leaving to Houston, TX for treatment. So he wrote to me everyday and everyday I was more and more scared, but yet he seemed so cool about the whole situation. I would pray for him every night and wished that a miracle would occur.