And there they were in Barcelona, looking at the world-famous cathedral. The photographer told them not to look at the camera, but there was no need. The majestic building was mesmerising and it was impossible to look away. But the guests forgot about the architecture and were staring at them. And what about them? They were having a wedding. Just like in his fantasy, just like in her romantic dreams. They said, "I do" and exchanged rings. He stood behind her and the wind blew her hair into his face. She could feel his warm breath and they both felt good. It was the culmination - there were no two parts, just one whole. Incredible emotions from a rich wedding and a woman he could only dream of recently - for his ego and the sentimental part that was ecstatic for the guests and the woman he loved. There were family, friends and prominent industry professionals. It was a victory for him. He couldn't contain his emotions - his cold soul was melted by the great success. His voice trembled as he spoke and a tear of joy dropped from his eye. "I am incredibly grateful to everyone here today for supporting both of us before we met," he hugged his lover tightly, “and after. You are an incredible people. This success is yours too! To all those who told me it was impossible, but continued to support me – you were with me in your hearts, even when my head was against it. I would like to say a special thank you! My love, I'm still in awe of how things have turned out, so I thank the universe for every second of it. We have come a long way but we are here today. All of us together. This is a new phase of life, but it's definitely better than the last one! Salut mi familia!” And now what? I don't know - he went to talk to his best friend. Suddenly A realised that he had been chasing something all his life. It didn't matter if it was material or not, but it was a chase of passion. But why think about lost opportunities when everything turned out in a way he could not even imagine? - Do you remember...? –B asked softly as if addressing the wind, not A. - Yes..., – A breathed out a little sadly. - What's next? - I hope this is the beginning. - New York? – B looked seriously at his interlocutor. - New York... The wind blew strongly, bringing with it the scent of September. They were lost in their memories – looked thoughtfully into the distance and became nostalgic. There was a lot to remember. Those distant, carefree days, 15 years ago, when they were just making a name for themselves, trying to prove themselves in school tournaments and leaving it late – exhausted but happy after such events. And when go outside, nature heals. On a warm sunny day and the crisp September air was filled with the scent of their friend's perfume. The trees, dressed in colourful garments, seemed to absorb the sun's energy, creating a sense of harmonious unity in nature. Birds were singing, some flying south. They quietly contemplated this beauty and gradually merged with nature. September was more anticipated than the New Year: the start of the school year, the end of the holidays and the shorter days encouraged us to get more involved in our work. Maybe this is the year we will be successful or victorious? With their dreams supported by their daily work, the days fly by for them. So the beauty around them goes unnoticed. If only this moment could last a long, long time... Then there was the university. Thanks to the Internet the best relationships have been established and consolidated. Not without face-to-face meetings, of course. During the periods when the pandemic was waning, it was possible to attend classes in person. Unfortunately, the enthusiasm for the educational process disappeared quite quickly, but the fact of going to university was quite pleasant. Most of all, they looked forward to the September evenings. A walk after classes on a clear day – people are coming home from work, young people are having fun and making noise, the first lights are shining on the busy highway, where premium cars are speeding along, ignoring the speed limit. They looked up at the clear sky, only the sun is setting behind the horizon, its last rays filling the buildings with orange light. Once a missile hit the schoolyard, burning the perennial maples, destroying the patterns and damaging the building. It was rebuilt many years later. And they are still there. Just like now, in September, it happened again. But it's not the same. These trees need several decades to restore the overall atmosphere of natural grandeur. - Don't think about it too much, – said V, who was the first to recover from the wave of memories. - I have done everything for today anyway! - Come on, let's go, they're waiting for us. And so began his dream life. After the official part of the wedding, the newlyweds and their best friends went to the Costa Brava. The picturesque road along the Mediterranean coast and the Porsche – it was an unforgettable moment.

Thinking about your childhood days, how many dream jobs have you had? When I was in grade school, I wanted to be a scientist simply because I love science. In high school, I had several options: I wanted to be a businessman only because I wanted to see myself in a suit and tie. I wanted to be a chef because I thought cooking with a pan in flames was cool. I wanted to be a doctor because I watched medical-themed K-drama, which inspired me. When I entered college, my passion shifted again. I took a BS in Psychology course because I thought I could read people like a book. Consequently, I wanted to become a psychologist when I graduate. As an enthusiastic student full of hopes and dreams, I saw myself finishing my Master's and Ph.D. Back then, I was sure that I would become successful in the field of Psychology. But as fate seems to like to interfere with my life that bad, I suddenly wanted to become a doctor again. A medical doctor, to be exact. I then took the National Medical Admission Test (NMAT). I put all my effort into my review, and I was glad to get a percentile rank of 93. I was all set to enroll in my dream school, but I couldn't take all the required course units due to the pandemic. I was also short on my budget, and even getting a scholarship wouldn't save me from my bills on due. I knew I had to give up this opportunity to have a more stable source of income for myself and my family. I had to rethink all the skills I can use to find a job that suits me. I knew that I needed money, but I never wanted to settle for less just because I think I'm on a dead end. I know how to draw, but I don't see myself as an artist. I love photography, but I couldn't go out and take pictures because of the pandemic. I can sing, but only with a choir. So what's left in there for me? After days of thinking, I found an answer. Finally, a 'eureka' moment! Since high school, I've always had this passion for writing. But never did I imagine that writing would eventually become my source of income. I never thought that I had a future in writing. But since I was caught in a dead-end, I had to make a new path. There's no way that I would accept defeat unless I tried everything. Here's when I decided to pursue copywriting. Copywriting is one of the highest-paying writing jobs out there. Perfect for my empty wallet and my late-bloomed passion. Guess what? I was hired by a Digital Marketing Agency even I have barely any experience! I don't know what words to describe how I felt, but I know that I was glad that they saw potential through my writing skills, and now I'm working with them for their company's success. Looking back, it's crazy how I shifted my focus from health to the marketing industry. Never would I have imagined that taking a step back and starting again will bring me to a better place where I am today. Although I still consider becoming a health professional, I'd like to take this opportunity to explore my talent and grab every opportunity that comes along the way. Can you relate to this roller coaster journey? Going back to my question: which one controls your life - free will or fate? At this point, I feel like fate has been pushing me to this path. But I do believe that my success still lies within my hands. Whether you believe that free will or fate controls your life, don't be afraid to make new paths whenever you reach a dead end. Life never stops until you stop trying. Good luck! :)

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About 3 years ago, right after my high school graduation, I was lost. Not in the woods, not in the mall, but even worse, I was lost in life. Although I was enthusiastic to lead a successful life with a bright future; as a fresh graduate with diverse interests, I had no idea what to major in. There was a constant battle between my artistic side, dragging me towards journalism and my scientific side, dragging me towards mathematics. For the record, I even applied to a business school and changed major twice before taking that step back. When the university registrar asked me what I was going to major in, my response was;” Well, I'm good at math; I'm passionate about journalism; and I want to become a businesswoman”. He said, “Choose one ”. I always felt like I should invent a new major that would fit my diverse Gemini personality. But little did I know that what had to be invented was not a major but a future. And long story short, I didn't know how to predict my future. The only thing that helped me back then was the quote that kept echoing in my ears, “The best way to predict your future is to invent it”. From my personal experience, I've learnt that inventing your future means accepting failure, accepting diversity and becoming your own role model. To begin with, ever since from first grade, we have been taught by our English teachers that the antonym of success is failure. But the truth is that success is independent from the amount of failure. For instance, Abraham Lincoln, the prominent 16th president of the US, has actually failed more times than we can count, whether it's losing in business, enduring a mental breakdown, losing both nomination and denomination … But didn't he become successful at the end of the day? Of course, he did! What was pushing me away from majoring in Math was the fear of failure, but the truth is that failure doesn't matter if “one falls seven times but stands up eight”. Even JK Rowling, the first billionaire writer, the author of Harry Potter once highlighted the importance of failure in her life, she said, “Failure in life is inevitable, you can't live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not live at all, in which case, you fail by default” Secondly, there is no single rule in life which states that we should merely have one passion and devote our entire life to it. Just because I'm majoring in math, doesn't mean that I should become a mathematician. We all know Mr. Bean, right? But little do we know that behind this clumsy comedian, there is actually a genius who has a Master's degree in engineering from Oxford University. And is he an engineer now? Absolutely not! So change of direction in life is inexorable. After all, it's the different spices that make delicious. Finally, in order to succeed we all need motivation from our role models. It may be Angelina Julie for an inspiration-seeker actress or Gibran Khalil Gibran for an amateur Lebanese writer. But that doesn't mean that we should imitate their footsteps, but create our own. We should become our own idols. When I was going to major in math, everyone kept telling me the world doesn't need that since there are already plenty of math teachers. But as Dr.Howard Thurman once said: “We shouldn't ask for what the world needs. We should do whatever makes us feel alive. Since the only thing that the world needs is people who have come out alive”. So ‘Inventing your future' for me means accepting both failure and diversity and drawing your own adventure story, using your own set of colorful crayons. Let it be full of roller coasters. Let it be full of ups and downs, even a change of direction is fine. But don't forget to be authentic and creative. Let's take that brush, and draw our sparkling futures. Shall we?

I know how heartbroken you are not being able to walk on the stage and be handed your diploma. You worked so hard for just that moment, the moment to shine, to show everyone what you have accomplished during your years in school. Whether to give valedictorian or class president speeches, to raise your diploma high in triumph, to smile for every camera waiting to capture the glint of awesome wonder in your eyes – the moment was yours – or should have been. Then the unthinkable happened. A virus that scientists named COVID-19 started spreading its vicious bacterium throughout the world. It did not care your age or gender, your education or lack of. It is just waiting for that one careless motion to leap onto your skin, invade your lungs and then impatiently wait. Wait and watch to see what medication treatment will be administered in time to save your life while you fight for the very breath we often take for granted. Often, even when that treatment is finally found, it is still too late. How my heart aches for every one of you who so looked forward to your graduation day. Having family members of my own who will have to miss this day, I know very well how disappointed you are. However, please keep one thing in mind. Not being able to walk on the stage in glory and triumph, does not take away the fact that you achieved your goal. You passed your tests! You accomplished what you set out to do. Your family and friends are still proud of you and when this virus is over, while you will still not be given that golden opportunity to proudly walk on the stage, your family and friends will still celebrate with you and for you. No matter what your course of study, you are what you set out to be - and nothing, no virus, no quarantine, no walking on stage, nothing can take that away from you. Yes, you can be disappointed. It is your right! To work so hard for your degree and be denied the opportunity to share that glory and pride with others is not fair. Unfortunately, life is not fair and that is something you will find out if you have not already. Life is the best of what you make it to be. Grieve for a lost opportunity to shine for a day but do not make it a goal. You already achieved the goal you set out to reach. Be proud of who you are and what you have become. We are.

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“When I grow up, I want to be a doctor! A firefighter! A teacher! An astronaut! A ballerina!” All the kids yelled out with excitement, when the teacher asked what everyone wanted to be when they grew up! Now, those very same kids are all grown up, sitting in a staff meeting, wearing stuffy business suits, drinking coffee and thinking “this definitely could've been sent in an email”. What happened to those excited little kids from a couple of sentences ago? There's a four-letter word that I think explains what happened perfectly; LIFE! That's right folks I said it… LIFE can be something else! Now life is different for everyone, we may share similar experiences, but our responses and the affects these experiences have on an individual are usually different. This isn't going to be some sad story about how life threw a bunch of lemons at someone and knocked them out! Nope, this story is about collecting those lemons & making delicious lemonade! Of course, I'm not really going to talk about making lemonade! Take a minute and think... when the teacher asked you in elementary school, what you wanted to be when you grew up, what did you yell out? I said I wanted to be a doctor, because I wanted to help people! There I was, five-years-old and I already had life all figured out, or so I thought. If I could give five-year-old me some advice, it would be: grab a helmet, knee & elbow pads cause this ride is gonna get rough! So, here we are folks, it's senior year! Adrenaline was pumping, nerves were I don't know nervy I guess (lol). I was excited and ready to walk across that stage, down the steps, through the parking lot and into adulthood! PUMP THE BREAKS MISSY! That's me yelling at myself! Why were we so eager to “grow up” to become “adults”? How come the adults didn't warn us about… oh wait, okay…that's what all that “Don't rush it, before you know it, you'll be an adult” chatter was all about! Mm, I see now. I don't know about you but I would've preferred a breakdown, like I tell kids all the time specifically why they shouldn't rush being an adult! Like how they should take advantage of naps because they're not included at work. How about these pieces of paper you get in the mail that list out stuff you've purchased or used and at the very bottom, are some numbers that are behind a dollar sign…. These papers are called “Bills”! I can't believe I almost forgot to mention the most terrifying part of adulting… there's a place you go to for about eight hours out of your day (maybe more it depends) and you do tasks (some you might like and others you may not) … this place we call “Work”! So, enjoy being five while you can, because it doesn't last forever! I just needed to get that off my chest! Now back to my education timeline. Here we are, and its college graduation time woo hoo!! Finally, I can be done with all this school stuff, get a career, make lots of money and be happy! But that's not quite how it went for me! Remember in the beginning when I said life is different for everyone? Well, it's true! Some of my school friends graduated, got their degrees, their dream job and they are living life. While others I graduated with, have a couple of degrees in different fields, started off in what they thought was their dream job and realized none of that was what they really wanted. Then there were some who said forget college, they mastered a skill/craft, found their passion and either work at a job they love, or they have their own business. You see life is truly what you make it! It's like a game of cards, we're all dealt different hands BUT at some point, we all have/had similar cards, it's what we choose to do with them that results in the outcome of our lives. And I believe the only time it's too late for change, is when we're sleeping eternally! Some of you are probably saying, “ok what's your point?” And that is an excellent question! When I first started writing this, I wasn't sure which way I was going with this story. I just knew that I wanted to be able to encourage someone to get up and say “you know what, life threw a hell of a lot of lemons at me and now it's time for me to make some lemonade!” I know I said I wasn't going to talk about lemons and lemonade but I couldn't help it!! Here's my “real” conclusion, where I bring everything, I talked about altogether! Most of us dream when we're little and sometimes those dreams fade away as we get older, but it's never too late to fulfill those dreams! We've all been given life but live it differently. Some of us know what we want right out of high school, while others of us find our way a little bit later in life. Some people take life's lemons and complain about how sour they are, while other's make lemonade. Now it's time for you to decide… what will YOU do with the lemons in your LIFE?! ~Tiffany Renee~

Playing volleyball has always been a hobby that I love. I never expected to be where I am today by what used to be just a fun past time. I had to remember through all this that one can accomplish anything if they believe in their self. It all started the August before my freshman year in high school. On one average Tuesday morning, I found out one piece of information that would change the course of my life. First, I walked into the main gym, at Boswell High School, and quickly noticed that all the varsity girls swiftly glancing at me then quickly turning away. At that very moment I knew something was off, although I was scared, I kept going on with the day. Then, the tryouts began. Usually, there are three courts, one for varsity, one for JV, and one for freshman. Out of habit I began to walk to the west gym where the freshman usually were. Suddenly, a loud voice screeched “Caitlyn, come over here!” I quickly jogged over to the coach and he told me “Toady you will be with my varsity team.” As terrified as I was, I replied with a simple “Yes, coach.” As I walked over to the varsity court, I heard 12 other voices fill the room. As the drill began, I felt as if one thousand butterflies flew into my stomach. You could even say that one could feel the tension from a mile away. “She can't hang with us”, “Why is that freshman here?”, were the statements that were filling the air. Suddenly, the drill was underway. After an hour went by the tryout was finally over. Finally, right before I went to change and go home, a familiar voice called my name once again. The next seven words that were said changed the course of my life. Coach Lopez had offered me a spot on the varsity volleyball team. This had been my dream for years, and it had finally come true. I had finally realized that all of this wasn't just about a game, it was about how people are always going to try to push you down, but you just must get back up and preserver though the negative people that stand in your way. Overall this is by far the most memorable moment in my life, and one of the biggest obstacles I had overcome. Although, people had doubted me, I broke through the obstacles and achieved my goal.

Still in PT to get stronger and more help to breath. Have been here 4 months , miss my Blitzkrieg ( my wife Annegret) talk later

I graduated high school back in 2011, and have been attending community college ever since. At the time I was not interested in continuing with school but my older sister forced me to enroll because education was and is the only tool that many of us have. The only tool to work our way out of being poor for the rest of our lives. I attended classes but I had no direction, no passion, but I still tried anyway, I changed my major several times and for a while it seemed like maybe I could make a career out of being an American Sign Language interpreter because it didn't seem too bad, but after four semesters of that I knew I couldn't continue studying something I didn't have a passion for. I made a D in ASL 4, and thought maybe school wasn't for me, so I decided not to return. That only lasted a semester because I fell into a deep depression and my family made it their business to make me go back to school. So when I began to look at what classes I could take, I noticed that I had taken many of the core classes along with some developmental classes that I didn't need to take, and had avoided the upper sciences and math. At a quick glance, what seemed to be the “easiest” class to me was Stellar Astronomy, and that was the only class I took in Spring 2016. That one class changed everything for me. All my insecurities and complaints that I had about every little thing became superficial after taking that class. Out there - time and space become one, there is a supermassive black hole at the center of our galaxy, dark matter etc. it all fascinated me, caught my attention. Earth, the only known planetary body to harbor life and we are a part of that, a part of the Universe. Suddenly I didn't hate school anymore and even though I originally wanted to become an astronomer because of that course, I knew the only career options for me were to either work for NASA or work at a planetarium which both seemed extremely unlikely because of limited opportunities and the competition. Through my searching I chose environmental sciences as an alternative, which seemed general enough because I began to appreciate every subject. My next step was to take more science and math, which I did and it was not easy. Spring 2017 I took Trigonometry and once again I made another D. That was personally crushing for me as well as for my gpa. I thought life was supposed to become easier when you found your passion but instead I left that class defeated. As a result, six weeks of my Summer I spent retaking Trig and made a B. In the Fall I took a Biology and a Geology course. I believe that it was somewhere around this time that I stopped receiving financial aid because for one I had become an independent student and two I had exceeded the time-frame given to students to complete their degree. I now had to pay tuition myself with the help of my family. My gpa wasn't the best, I had no achievements, no honors, no extracurriculars, so even though I had help with money I felt like I squandered so much of my time in school and I had no achievements. I had an idea of what I wanted to study but I began to wonder if it was too late for me. Everyday I felt an enormous amount of pressure from my family to finish school because I kept not graduating, and everyone thought I'd change my major again, and I needed to stop wasting my time so I could begin working to make big money. I was told to go back and finish my ASL interpreter training because I was halfway done with that degree. My family's worries were and are completely understandable but I did not want to settle because that's what so many people around me did and many of them are miserable. That one semester I took off was enough to keep me going - I never wanted to feel that way again. Spring 2018 I decided to go back to math and take Precal, and once again my life changed. The professor told the class about an opportunity called NCAS which was an acronym for “NASA Community College Aerospace Scholars” and I couldn't believe what I heard. Almost immediately I applied early and spent several agonizing weeks waiting to hear back. When I did hear back via email, I was accepted into the program! There was no way I was going to squander this opportunity. The online program lasted 5 weeks and was actually a competition with about 400 students from across the US who participated. Students who did well were going to be given a four day onsite visit for FREE as long as we earned a B to be considered. I made a 100% and after some paperwork I visited the Johnson Space Center in Houston, Texas. NCAS Summer Class of 2018. One year later and I am currently participating in NASA's Lucy Student Pipeline Accelerator & Competency Enabler or L'SPACE for short. I don't worry about my future as much anymore. I tried, failed many times, kept going and had to learn to become relentless with my goals and aspirations. I can't wait to see what my future holds. Just a little bit longer. But how much longer?

There has always be a fascination with forensic science and the fbi for me. Even as a kid. I would wake up very early in the morning to watch forensic files, new detectives and the fbi files. I was obsessed. But i didnt know why but know i do i was ment to do this to help.

I feel Soso because I had to literally break it off with my relationship with that tibetan Lama that I had for a month. I found out that he was victimizing other girls on VF. I unfortunately had to have his account and info deleted and forwarded to the police. It was the most traumatic thing I had to deal with because I still loved him. But I had to make sure that he never fucked the peverbial “dog” again. I don't know will become of this “Lama” But with the tough love from my mother and friends I was able move on. What really made me move on was the fact that fifteen years ago I girl using the same site that I found this monk... she killed her self. I don't want that happen again so I said to my self “fuck VF.” I want be a forensic scientist to help make sure that what happened to me and the other girl doesn't happen again and that I will fight to have Tantra and tantric sex would be outlawed. Again to protect the vulnerable.

In the summer of 2002 the neighbour hood kids ( brither and sister, ana and nils,) includeing my self (we were the only kids in the neighbour hood at the time) would go to my living room after a trip to the video store and a swim to watch a marathon of the x files. We wiuld spend all day watching the x files. This is were my interest of forensics, forensic pathology and law enforcement. I did not know i want ti be an fbi agent or a coroner then soon languages got into the mix particularily russian and japanese. That was before high school when my big mouth father opened his mouth and said that i was ugyer, tibetan and himalayan. Now i am looking to learn tibetan. To this day because of events on the internet i have awoken the forensic pathologist so i can speak for the women who where not as lucky to avoid creeps and died because of them.

I want to go to never land..... an no I am not suicidal; just very tired and sleepy. I slept like a log but it's one of those days where I just want to fucking sleep. Like in Stephen King's sleeping beauties but in reality. This is what the fucking winter does to you when you hate the cold and have to take meds for CPTSD. I hate the meds. It's not that I hate the cold but there is nothing to take pictures of fucking flowers, which is a trigger to me. I say I don't hate the cold because a few years ago I , fed up with how people with PTSD were looked at decided to climb Everest. This has beeen fermenting since my diagnosis in grade 11 (high school). And when my mother found out she had lung cancer I want to climb K2 for cancer research and another mountain for survivors of sex crimes (lets just say if you are a female you need to take extra care on the Internet. ) the mountaineering bug bit me in high school.... now I have reasons. But for now I shall nap.

On December 31, 2017, I left the Philippines and travelled to Canada. I was very happy since visiting Canada has been one of my greatest desires.\n\nUpon arrival at the Quebec City airport, I waited for my luggage to come out on the conveyor, but I could not find it. I was terrified since my clothes and some of the food that I had brought from my country were inside my bags.\n\n I filled out the lost luggage report form given by the airport personnel and said I would just check on their website to monitor any updates regarding my lost luggage.\n\nMoving forward, I asked the receptionist on duty where the school was I was to be going to and presented my letter of acceptance. As he looked at the paper that I handed him, he said, \u201CSorry, but you are in the wrong place.\\" I said, \u201CWhat? But this is Quebec.\u201D He said, \u201CYou are in Quebec City approximately 268 km away from Montreal\u201D.\n\nHe advised me to take a plane again at a cost of $500 but I refused because the fare was expensive. As a result, he looked for a bus route from Quebec City to Montreal. \n\nAfter he figured it out, he handed me a hand-written piece of paper with the name of the bus and corresponding fare. He even wrote the lists of possible hotels in Montreal with their price. In short, the receptionist was a Good Samaritan.\n\nWhen I arrived at the bus terminal in Quebec City, I was surprised there was only one bus there. It was so cold that night (-25 degrees). As I was getting on the bus, the driver asked for my bus pass. I said, \u201CI do not have bus pass because I just arrived at the airport and I did not know about bus passes\u201D. \n\nThe driver insisted that I should have a bus pass. I asked him if I could just pay him with my money but he refused to accept, as they are not allowed to receive any cash.\n\nHe told me to wait until the cashier opened. I insisted I could not wait for the cashier because it was 3 am and the cashier would only open at 5 am. I could not survive for two hours outside the terminal. I said to him, \\"I will die outside if you will not let me get on the bus\\".\n\n Finally, after a long conversation with the driver, he allowed me to get on the bus going to the Montreal bus terminal.\n\n While I was inside the bus. I cannot remember how many times I said: \u201CThank you, Lord!\u201D I was almost crying but I forced myself not to. I was hungry, I had a headache, and I did not know how many meals I had missed due to a long connecting flight. \n\nI was looking through my shoulder bag for some food. Luckily, I still had one loaf of bread. While eating, I looked outside the window, watching the roads and the views of Quebec. I felt so empty and asked myself \u201CWhere am I now?\u201D.\n\nI reminisced about my long travel. From the strict entry at immigration to the delayed luggage to the wrong city I was in, and finally, the bus driver who did not want me to get on the bus because I had no bus pass.\n\nWhen I arrived in Montreal, the driver accompanied me to go to the cashier and handed him my ticket.\n\n While in the Montreal bus terminal, I connected to the terminal internet trying to book any hotel because I needed to have a hotel before the night came. Montreal is very different from the Philippines we cannot sleep in the terminal here. \n\nI started to panic because I was having a hard time booking a hotel. Where could I sleep? I kept my focus until I found one apartment, which did not need a Master Card, and they accepted cash on arrival.\n\n I took a taxi to the apartment. When I got there, I was hesitant because my expectations were very different from the reality. I walked inside in the first door and another door faced me. \n\nThe landlord was not there when I arrived, and I sat down on the stairs and wanted to cry because I felt so helpless, I could not text or call, I could not use the internet. I looked outside view and it was so silent. I saw just a few people on the street, and it looked like a ghost town.\n\nI said to myself \u201CIs it my dream? \u201CIs this what I want?\u201D An hour later, a woman arrived and I told her that I was a guest and I had booked my reservation online. She let me in and felt so thankful and warmer inside. \n\nI waited for another 2 hours for the landlord I could not send a message since I didn't have the internet. At 2 p.m., the landlord arrived. The happiness and hope I felt that moment was unimaginable.\n\nAs the night came, I was in my room, I released my emotions, I cried to my pillow for all I had experienced along my way. What I experienced during my travels was not easy. \n\nI was so thankful that during the hardest time, God was with me. He was with me during those times that I was about to surrender, He was with me and enlightened me not to panic and stay focus instead.\n\nAs the saying goes, it may be stormy now, but it never rains forever.