When I was young, I learned that everything happens for a reason. I was seven when my mom died from cancer; that bit of information might lead you to be puzzled as to how her dying taught me this great life lesson but I promise – it’s not as morbid as it sounds. A few months after my mom was told she had cancer, my family went to the circus and my dad sat down on the bleachers with my little brother; the bleachers weren’t locked down like they should’ve been and they collapsed, permanently wrecking my dad’s back. Once my dad’s back was found to be permanently crippled, he could no longer work so he was able to care for my sick mom as she fought cancer and he was also able to look after my sister, my brother, and myself. At this time my mom was having chemo treatments a few times a week. I’m the oldest of the three kids and, at the time, I was only six so you can only imagine the handful that three small kids would be to watch when you’re sick after just having chemo. Thankfully, I believe everything happens for a