Hi, I’m Gracie. I like Dora and Elmo, coloring, and blogging. I’m eight years old. My parents have told me that I’m going to live a long time, but I know the truth. I have lymphoma and the prognosis isn’t good. In whispered conversations with the doctor, between sobs, I have heard that I most likely only have months to live. They are brave for me, but they don’t need to be. I’ll be okay.
I’m writing this quick letter because I wanted the whole world to know that they don’t need to be sad. It is going to be okay and, to paraphrase the words of my favorite dinosaur, chances are I probably love you,
The massive heads of the metal giants rise and fall in the gloom.
To my crush,
I know I haven’t said more than two words to you (“hello” on two separate occasions) since the start of the year. I wish I had. I just can’t seem to find my voice when you smile at me. You deserve more than my silence. You deserve more than this note, but I had to tell you how I feel.
I think you are the most beautiful girl, inside and out, in our class, and I wish I had the courage to shout that from the rooftops. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you, but that’s how much of an impact you have on me. Will you go to the spring dance with me?
The derricks noiselessly pull their prey from the bowels of the world.
To my classmates, friends and family,
If I were able, this is the letter I would be writing to you from … well, I’m not really allowed to talk about what comes after.
At my funeral, there was much talk about “too young.” We like to think we are in control of our lives as we learn and grow and prepare to become adults, but the reality is, no matter how much we think we are, we still have no say in what happens to us. The driver of the car that hit me wasn’t drunk, he wasn’t speeding, he wasn’t distracted driving. The sunlight glinting off his windshield momentarily blinded him as I stepped into the crosswalk and he didn’t have time to stop. I could have just as likely been the driver as I was the pedestrian. So could all of you. So, is there really such a thing as too young? Any time we get is a gift. Every day we wake up is a miracle. You should embrace that and stop worrying about the illusions of control you’ve built up.
Love each other as you loved me as you said your goodbyes,
The black gold spills from pockets that are already stuffed full.
To my future employer,
After receiving my application and then Googling my name and checking out my Facebook page, I would appreciate if you would take a minute to review my resume before tossing me into the round file bin. I put a lot of hard work, energy, and time into obtaining my degree from a well-credited university and feel that I deserve more of your consideration that my online persona. Do you remember school? The pressure to be social, to do and be more than the person locked away in their dorm room studying? Do you remember the struggle to balance a part-time job, your studies, and your friends?
My online persona paints a certain picture of me, but it is only one subset of my life. When you factor in the coursework I excelled at, my diligence in studying when it was required to maintain a high grade point average, and finish near the top of my class while still maintaining a healthy social life, you can easily see how I would be a valuable acquisition. I’m dedicated to the causes I believe in. I don’t give up on my dreams.
Now that I’ve finished school, my new dream is to work for you. Please give me that chance,
Another day dawns, and the sun shines on the oil rigs pumping away.