So, is it any wonder why I am the way that I am? I became this way because of the stuff I experienced. I've experienced more than most adults. And I've learned that while it certainly hurt and sucked to be put through all that, I came out of it, alive, well, and content. Sometimes, it's hard to keep going. Sometimes I want to give up, just pass my battle onto someone else. But I can't because I can't run away from my disease. I can't just give up or walk away from what I have. I have to face my issues everyday, with two choices. Get up and do something about it, or just die. Perhaps that choice alone puts so much pressure on me, that any pressure from the outside world feels like nothing. 

To survive, I just put my faith in God, get up everyday even when I really don't want to, and find the strength to take on everyday, one breath at a time. I'm alone in my battle against Cystic Fibrosis. I'm alone in society. I just have to keep praying, keep going, because the only other choice is to die, and I have a long life ahead of me. I can't just give up. I have to keep going. I've gotten this far, so I can keep going further. 

I'll keep wrangling snakes, riding dirtbikes, going hunting, and more. I don't care what the world thinks about me. My need to survive well surpasses any possible desire to fit in, if that desire really exists at all. Since my body works differently, I have to live differently, and there's nothing wrong with that. I keep going, because there is no other way. I've embraced my lifestyle, because it is who I am.