A Second Chance

One of the hardest things to have to do in life, is to tell someone that everything they strove for in life, wasn’t going to come to fruition. It’s even harder to have someone tell you that you aren’t going to be able to achieve your dreams. That’s what happened to me. My name is Michael Weathers, and I have just been diagnosed with cancer. On top of the fact that I was just diagnosed, I am thousands of dollars in debt to the college I graduated from two weeks ago. The doctors told me that I can go even further into debt, but it would be fronted to my parents after I die.

You might be wondering why, after being diagnosed, I’ve been so pessimistic about living. Well, for one reason, It’s because the doctors only gave me four months to live. Now for a twenty-four year old, that’s not a lot of time. I decided that I would try to do everything that I ever wanted to do, but I had no money to do those things. I couldn’t borrow money from the bank because I was already in so much debt. This caused me to spiral into deeper depression. Eventually I came to terms with the idea that I would die, and that would be that. There wasn’t anything that I could do about that.

I finally snapped out of my depression when I met a man who asked me if I wanted to go to Mars. He had messaged me online, after he had found out about me nearing death. He then found out that I had a Microbiology degree and wanted to use it. As well, there was an experiment of his to see how the radiation in space, affected cancer patients. In other words, my life would be an experiment. I hastily agreed to this, because I had always wanted to go to space, and also I had nothing to lose. In fact, if the radiation from space actually does work, then I would get a second chance at life.

After many emails back and forth with the guy online, we officially met at a privately owned in Sweden’s launch pad. A team of about six people had been assembled for this adventure. We all knew that it was basically going to be a suicide mission, but at this point, we didn’t care. The investments that we had made just to get to this point were large, some quit their jobs and each one of us spent a couple of thousand dollars get ready for our trip to Mars. I had to use insurance money to cover my cost. We had trained for about two weeks in order to help us acclimate to the environment of space.

The day that we were to leave for Mars, my crew mates and I entered the spaceship and indeed did launch into space. As we made it through the atmosphere, we noticed that we hadn’t been properly trained for the weightlessness that one feels when you’re in space. The initial feeling was the worst because although we were expecting a change in gravity, we weren’t expecting it to feel like it did. It definitely was a surprise to us all. Flying through space at a high-speed was very humbling since we knew how fast we were traveling, but we also knew just how long it would take to get to Mars.

We had a doctor in the crew to make keep tabs on how my cancer was doing, and to take care of other members of the crew. After about a month of traveling through space Doc, which is the nickname that we gave the doctor, told me that my cancer had gone away. It was great news to hear and the whole crew applauded when they saw me. Everyone’s spirits were lifted, since the darkness of space has made everyone gloomy. I knew though, that the cancer hadn’t left. Doc only told me and the crew that to cheer everyone up. But I knew the truth… and I didn’t care, because the fact of the matter is. I got a second chance at life. Even if I still die of cancer soon, I still have a chance to be one of the first humans on Mars. I will be one of the pioneers to studying micro organisms on Mars as well. Even if I don’t make it to Mars, how many other people can say that they’ve been off of the planet Earth.  I can at least say that. So I don’t care about my cancer anymore, I only care about what I can do now. I am just so glad I was given a second chance.

College Life

Max was a college aged boy who was having to deal with many different complications at the same time. One such issue for him was that he hadn’t gotten a girlfriend yet, which was to him, the biggest issue he had. He was of about average height and average physique, not too skinny and not too fat with a bit of muscle on him. He had an okay looking face, but he always assumed it was his personality that kept him from attracting a female.

Another problem was that he was working while going to school. He was working a lot in order to help pay for school and to pay for his bills. His professors, on top of his work, expected him to study and focus on their assignments for several hours a week. These conflictions became very overbearing and he wasn’t able to excel in one or the other. Max’s below average grades were on par with his sub par work ethic at work. Everything seemed to be coming down around him. He didn’t want to be stuck at his dead-end job for the rest of his life, although he couldn’t quit since he had to still pay his bill.

The truth was, this wasn’t just something he was having to deal with, many of his friends were having problems, either with one, the other, or both. College wasn’t what he had expected, he thought it was going to be mainly partying and some studying. He never thought about work as a part of going to college. His parents told him that they never had to work in college because everything was so cheap when they went. Max just wanted to get away from it all, however he knew that dropping out of college would be like career suicide and he knew that no matter what, he would still have to get a job somewhere. He was trapped…. Or so it seemed.

The friends that Max had made over the two years that he had been in college helped him to trudge his way through the mess that he called life. Without them, he would’ve quite after the first semester of college. People always tell him that when he makes it to the ‘real world’ that it’ll be harder. How can the real world be any harder than working, going to school, and paying all of your bills? One could only figure that the bills would be higher and work, more intense.

In the end, Max knew that going to college was the right choice. He had stuck with it for at least two years, he might as well finish… Even if it was hard to do. When he was in high school, he thought getting into college was the hard part. The truth was, that was the easy part. Day after day, Max continued to try to figure out his life. Day after day, things continued to change… Hopefully for the better. Higher test scores, and a better work ethic. That was his current goal. The college life is tough.