Struggle 1: California Wild Fires I lost my home my sophomore year of college. I never thought my home would burn down. You hear about that happening to other people. It’s one of those things that exists somewhere in the background of life, like a news story you scroll past. Then one day it happens to you, and everything you thought was permanent disappears instantly. Memories, possessions, comfort, routine , all gone in a flash. It’s hard to explain what it feels like when your physical environment, the place you associate with safety and identity, is erased in 1 day. It forces you to confront how temporary everything really is. For a while, I felt like I lost more than things. I felt like I lost stability. Contrasting Win: That loss forced movement. I ended up transferring schools to study and play football in Nebraska. Then moved to Miami after graduation. That single shift changed the trajectory of my entire life. If my house never burned down, I might have stayed comfortable, stayed predictable, stayed smaller. Instead, I built insane connections with people I never thought I’d meet. I traveled around the world. I stepped into environments and experiences that expanded me in ways comfort never could. Losing everything showed me that sometimes destruction is just forced redirection. Losing everything is what forces you into the life you were meant to live. Struggle 2: My dad has cancer Watching someone you love go through chemotherapy is something that changes how you see time. The man I look up to the most, my Superman, forced into weakness and dependence. Some days he feels strong, some days he looks exhausted and fragile, and you realize how quickly strength can be taken away from anyone. Seeing him lose his hair, seeing good days and bad days, seeing uncertainty become part of daily life. It forces you to confront mortality whether you want to or not. There’s a helplessness that comes with it too. You want to fix it. You want to take the pain away. But you can’t.