“I grew up in Lancaster, Ohio, which is about thirty minutes away from Columbus. When I was 3 I moved to North Canton because my dad got a new job, lived there, and I guess I still live there. I’m an only child and people always tell me I’m lucky because of that, but I don’t really think so. I wish I could have someone else. It just can get lonely because you can talk to your parents, but it’s not the same as having a friend-type always there with you. I’m not really sure what I want to do with my life right now. I decided to come here to do respiratory therapy, but I’m not even really sure that’s what I want to do anymore. And, if it’s not, then I am going to end up going back home to become an occupational therapy assistant. Honestly, I don’t really know what my story really is. I feel like I don’t have one. I feel like there’s nothing important that happens in my life to make me have a story. I mean I guess I’ve gone through a lot, especially with this past year. I feel like I’m still trying to figure out who I am and what my story is and why I’m here doing what I’m doing. I don’t know. This is what I’m trying to figure out. I just don’t want to be defined by the things that have happened to me.”