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My Heroes

I can guarantee that every single person reading this has had a friend, family member, or loved one who has been affected by cancer. As it has affected my life, and those I love in more ways than one one.
 I didn't have any sports heroes, idols or general role models that I honestly looked up to growing up. I admired people for qualities that I wished I had or for their strengths that were my weaknesses, but that's it.

Now, at 22 years old I have found those role models, the people that I look up to and draw inspiration from.

They are the young and brave.

Those fighting a battle I know nothing about firsthand. They are daughters, sons, teammates, friends, classmates, dreamers, they are warriors.

 On my worst day, I still know that no one has looked at me and told me that there's a chance I may not live to see tomorrow, a chance that I may or may not beat something. Now I know that life is fleeting, and I could live my last day today. But, I know  I don't truly live that way...and I wish I did.

The people that I have met, the stories that I've heard, the passion for life, and their will to fight and overcome have put life in perspective for me time and time again. They've shown me how to dream big and keep the faith.

I am so incredibly grateful for you all. For your beautiful smiles, your incredible dreams, your wicked dance moves, and your passion to live every moment to the fullest, and your relentless will to overcome.

You are my heroes. 

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