I have decided that it really is true that the people who deserve to live, die early. My high school English teacher for three years just passed away. She's been struggling with breast cancer for almost three years. They didn't catch it very early and she had a lot of trouble with it. She's also the one who took us to Europe right after graduation. She's also the one who has influenced me the most in my reading. I've always loved to read, but she made me dig deeper than just the words. She made me try to understand the real meanings of books and why they were written. She made me think about things instead of just accepting them. She was one of the most amazing people I've ever met. I doubt that I will ever meet anyone like her. She didn't deserve to die. She deserved to live and teach hundreds more students and influence them as well. She deserved not to suffer at all. I guess the only way to look at it now is that she isn't suffering anymore. She's in a better place where no one suffers. And I truly believe that.
