So basically, when I was 6 I moved to Mesa and met a girl who had Cystic Fibrosis, obviously I had no idea what that meant at the age of 6, but we were really good friends for about year until I moved to another house and she moved up North. Eleven years pass and I’ve graduated early from High School, it’s a Thursday night and I’m in my college class and boom, there she is. It blew me away that after all this time my childhood friend was suddenly in my Life Skills class. So we chatted for a while after class and both drove our separate ways. Of course we decided to catch up and hung out the next day, crazily enough, we had the same favorite musicals, superheroes, taste of music, taste of cars, upon several other things. This girl became my overnight best friend once again. I giddily told my twin sister who I’d found in my class. Of course we went on a date and decided to go for a hike, and we talked a bit about her CF, she explained why she had to wear a mask and what her inhaler was for, but what really blew me away was when she told me her life expectancy was 37 years. This amazing, beautiful, talented funny girl had been cheated by life. And she just fawned over the thought of a lung transplant, 17 year old me having a crush on a dying girl obviously looked up the price required for a double lung transplant, it is in fact over a million dollars. Of course I would never ask for that much, that’s both unrealistic and impossible, my Mom always taught me to make big, but achievable goals, and I believe I’ve set one. I just wanna help. If you have any questions please contact me. I’d be happy to provide additional information.