Since I was little my younger brother would stop everything he was doing when an airplane flew over head. He would say to all of us, Oh it's a Delta, or Southwest, or Hawaiian.. We did not care but boy oh boy did he. He plastered his walls in pictures of air force planes. He took everything he could find apart so that he could learn how it worked. he built and unbuilt all of his cars. And he did all of this while in and out of twenty + brain and abdominal surgeries. He practically spent all his time at primary children's hospital or in bed with headaches you could never imagine. In fact, the time he spent in the hospital were good for him because he got to get away from the headaches for a little while. He got discouraged as much as any other kids would but for the most part he held his head high and showed off his scares with pride. Even after he was sent home from his mission to endure yet another surgery, he stayed strong. But during that surgery he was given an anti Seizure medication "just in case" he never had a seizure.
Last year he and his wife moved to Florida to pursue his dream, to be a pilot, the air force was out of the question but a commercial pilot was with in reach. So he packed up his brand new wife and moved across the country. When he went to apply he expected to be accepted right away just to be turned down. Not from having his hacked into twenty times but, from the anti seizure meds. He fought to prove he had never had a seizure, but the road was long and the pressure to just give up and do something else was great. I even said to him more than once. "Go to school while you are doing this, then if it doesn't work out you will be ready." He did finally decide he would do just that and started a few months ago to get ready to get his paramedic licence. Then yesterday I got a phone call... HE GOT APPROVAL!!
To a boy who never gave up to a man who knew what he wanted and GOT it!! I love you so very much and could not be more proud of you. You will be great at this, you are awesome!!