Imagine…Stories

Imagine… finding out you had a brain disease

Imagine… finding out it has no cure

Imagine… only being nine years old

Imagine… your whole life changing

Imagine… being angry but not knowing who to be angry at

Imagine… just wanting people to treat you like your normal again

Imagine… having to have 20+ brain surgeries

Imagine… knowing you could die every time you go back for one

Imagine… wanting to die

Imagine… realizing God has a plan for you

Imagine… that plan being bigger than you could have ever dreamed possible

Imagine… knowing that you have the choice to choose Joy and Strength over Sadness and Fear, no matter how you might feel

Imagine… knowing that your illness has a purpose

Imagine… knowing that you have a purpose

Imagine… knowing that you were given the ability to change the lives around you by your Bravery

Imagine… not letting your diagnosis win

By: Makayla Grace Uribe, 13 yrs. old

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Imagine…
having great friends but knowing that you’re hardly ever 
going to see them again.

Imagine… seeing your friends cry for you but you can’t truthfully say that it’s going to be fine.

Imagine… that it might be the last time you ever see someone you love.

Imagine… going to your new school and there is so much homework to do that you don’t have time for any of your new friends or your old friends.

Imagine… after a while you get used to getting so much homework that it takes less time.

Imagine… that you can finally see your old friends and say it’s alright and they cry tears of joy and then you start crying too.

 

By: Billy, 10 years old

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Imagine…you left your country to have a better life. Imagine…you need to travel by train so others don’t see you.

Imagine…you need to walk in the desert for days and days.

Imagine…you need water but you don’t have any for days.

Imagine…you are not with your family anymore.

Imagine…when you come to the U.S., you get a new life.

Imagine…now you can be with your dad, mom, and sister.

Imagine…having good grades in school.

Imagine…believing in yourself.

By: Jose, 9 years old

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Imagine…waking yourself up before the sun to take an hour-and-a-half-long bus ride to school.

Imagine…your legs burning from standing at a bus stop for hours to get home during a fierce Colorado snowstorm.

Imagine…having gone to eleven schools by the time you’ve entered the 9th grade.

Imagine…moving so often that you’re numb to the feeling of packing everything you own in trash bags.

Imagine…knowing the term “at-risk” at such a young age that you didn’t yet know the definition of “success.”

Imagine…falling asleep much too early at a friend’s sleepover because it’s the rst time in a long time that you slept in a bed—not on the floor.

Imagine…a single mother and her three children being crammed into basements, churches, and motel rooms.

Imagine…her abandoning you at 14 years old.

Imagine…finding out four years later that she, along with your older brother, were diagnosed with schizophrenia.

Imagine…never having a stable home.

Imagine…knowing complete and absolute loneliness.

Imagine…despite your loneliness, a silver lining of hope steadily vibrating in your soul.

Imagine…looking beyond the brokenness of your life.

Imagine…God bestowing you the gift of alchemy—turning pain into determination.

Imagine…wanting to succeed with the same intensity as you’d want to inhale while suffocating.

Imagine…yourself hovering.

Imagine…floating above your city during a sunrise in an unlikely helicopter ride.

Imagine…being blessed with such a helicopter ride that it inspires you to continuously remain thousands of feet above civilization.

Imagine…pushing yourself to succeed further than most are willing to go.

Imagine…making the decision to become an airline pilot, despite knowing that black female pilots who come where you come from are far rarer than being struck by lightning—twice.

Imagine…just like lightning, you are an immovable force.

Imagine…receiving your rst pilot’s license only two months after you became a rst-generation high school graduate.

Imagine…finishing your rst year in college as the first person in your entire family.

Imagine…fighting a constant uphill battle, but beginning to feel the warmth of leaving the shaded side of the hill.

Imagine…touching the clouds.

Imagine…sunlight breaking through those clouds with an iridescent beam.

Imagine…breaking through the circumstances you were given and getting a college scholarship to become a pilot.

By Kamia, freshman in College

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