Today, my brother and his girlfriend graduated from PT school. My big brother was recognized for the first time in front of a crown of thousands as Dr. John Campolieti. The girl he loves was recognized for the first time in front of that same crowd as Dr. Lindsay Sellers. Everything they have worked for has finally paid off. Nine years of grade school, four years of high school, four years of undergraduate, and three long years of PT school, and he's all done. Words cannot express the joy and pride I felt in my heart today when I got to see MY brother receive his doctoral hood and his diploma. Today was a good day.
This morning during the ceremony, one of my good friends and I reconciled and apologized to one another and came to an understanding. The past couple of days, it was sure that we would no longer be friends. My heart was filled with happiness. Today was a good day.
Tonight, I got to go to dinner with my family and Lindsay's family at a wonderful restaurant. I got to buy my parents, brother, and Lindsay a drink at the bar. I got to spend time with the family of the girl that my brother loves. Our families shared stories and laughs. Tonight was a good night.
Tonight, my boyfriend dumped me via text message out of the blue. He said he had too much to deal with. The last time I spoke to him he told me how much he loved me and how he wanted so bad for us to work. He said he wouldn't leave me through the rough times like my last boyfriend did. Last night I told him how much he meant to me and how much I miss and love him. He never answered me until this morning when he said "leave me alone." He dumped me while I was at dinner with our families. My family already insists that my relationships are jokes. They basically laugh at me when I say I met someone anymore. Last week, my grandma told my cousin that she probably will never meet my most recent boyfriend because he'll be gone before we know it. Tonight she said at the dinner table that I go through guys like crazy. Unfortunately, Gram, it's the guys that go through me so quickly. Tonight was a bad night.
Tonight, I was so shocked, overwhelmed, alone, and sad, that I had to take pills to calm me down. Tonight was a bad night.
Tonight, I called on my best friend to talk me through yet another break-up even though she has more serious problems going on. My best friend has cancer, and she took the time out of her night to turn my tears into laughter in a matter of seconds. She put aside her much more serious problems to help her friend, whose problem is so small and irrelevant. She has to deal with me like this constantly. Tonight was a good night.
Tonight, I had just stopped crying in time to catch the very end of one of my favorite movies, Shawshank Redemption. I caught it just in time to hear the quote that I have tattood on my leg. "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies." Tonight was a good night.
Tonight, a couple of my closest friends (one being an ex that I have recently become friends with), and my big cousin saw my relationship status had changed on facebook, and took time out of their lives to text me to make sure I was okay, that I could always talk to them about anything at any time of any day. Tonight was a good night.
Tonight, I get to spend time with my brother just watching tv. We probably will hardly talk to each other, but he's home, he's here, he's my big brother...and he's moving up in the world. Sooner or later I wont be able to have a night like this. Tonight is a good night.
Tomorrow...well tomorrow is tomorrow. I will deal with it when it gets here.
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