At a certain point in our lives, we lose who we used to be, that we may discover who we are meant to be. I believed in these words.
That was why I did not resist when my fraternity brothers told me to take my first bottle of beer even though my only kidney was barely living up.
That was why I took my turn on drunk Annabelle after my Kappa Z brothers.
That was why I joined the dare game to rob a bank after final papers.
I knew at that point, standing in the bank, screaming
"Kiss the floor! " I had lost who I used to be and sure hell was not discovering who I was meant to be. But what could I do now?
I laid there, hearing the wails, breaths seizing. I lost who I was, thinking I'd find who I'm meant to be, but here, now, I reflect back and think about who I could have been.
What do you think happened to him?
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