I was supposed to be a doctor. A neurosurgeon to be exact. I knew deep down I wanted to work on people’s brains and make them better (which may explain my weird affinity for abnormal/criminal psychology).

My teachers all told me that if I wanted to become a doctor, I’d have to study and become really good at math and science. So, that’s what I did. I studied and got straight A’s, by the end of fifth grade I was already reading and writing at a senior level and had a 4.0 unweighted GPA - I was going to do anything and everything in my power to see my dream come true.

But life happened, and my sister, being as wonderful as she is, took over my dream when I was too tired and weak to dream anymore. She may not be a neurosurgeon, but she’s a nurse - and she even works in the ICU. She is so strong and I am so proud of her. I’ve heard on a couple different occasions now someone saying to me “when I grow up I want to be just like you” and I think to myself - “when I grow up, I want to be just like her.”

She wants me to try and study medicine again, but that’s a moot point, the fear still paralyzes me.

For those who do not know, I have two sisters. Two of the world’s greatest siblings. Now, before you all start to think this will become a “leave it to beaver” moment - you’re almost wrong. We had our problems, we fought, we cursed each other out, let’s just say the WWE Smackdown had nothing on us (and I’m still amazed that we can all look back on the “bar stool incident” and laugh). But I wouldn’t be alive today without them.

Di-panny (not her real name, just what I call her) is the oldest of us three and you know what she did? She took care of me - and she still does. When she came over today to grab her check, she brought me a Valentine’s day gift, a cute little red and white unicorn with wings, and some medicine for my cough.

She knew I was so sick that I couldn’t even breathe (or sleep) and I literally just felt like hiding from the world. I feel so bad because I was a bad sister. I was short with her and rude on the phone when we spoke (i.e. complaining about how crappy I felt and why the world sucked), yet she still thought enough about me to bring me something to make me smile. She reminds me so much of my mom.

I definitely need to step it up in the sister department. I think I’m going to take some breaks to work on a present for her. I don’t know what yet, but I’ll come up with something.

If you don’t already have a sister, go out and get yourself one - quick - they’re the best things that can happen to a person.