A living, walking miracle
November 9, 2018 | Society
My father should’ve died many times over. He was in a combat role for most of his career as a paratrooper in the Canadian Airborne Regiment.
He toured in Yugoslavia and Somalia, and he came home with PTSD. His symptoms meant that my family lived our own version of “normal.” I’ve learned that when someone has PTSD, they might not go back to the way they were, but they’re not wrong or broken. A lot of soldiers have the same struggles as my father. Remembrance Day can be especially difficult, so every year my family hosts an open house. We invite people to drop by and visit for as long or as little as they’d like. There’s tons of chili, and people just sit around reminiscing, telling stories and eating. It’s about being together, with your chosen family.
My father is alive today, but he knows many people who are not. I try to remember to never take my life for granted. As a math and biology major, I can appreciate the statistical improbability that any one person is alive. Just think, you’re here, in this particular time, in this particular place with a particular arrangement of DNA combinations. It’s remarkable.
To me, that’s what Remembrance Day is about – knowing that you’re a living, walking miracle, and that others sacrificed so you can make the most of your life. Doing anything else would be a dishonour to them.
– Anna Klick, 2nd year, double major in Mathematics and Biology
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