I started writing this blog in October of 2006. Week in, week out, regular as clockwork. Two hundred and forty-four weeks, and I have never accepted a guest post – until today.
I think you’ll like the writer (of course, I absolutely love the writer). Please meet Grace Woodward, a 15 year old high school freshman who has something to say.
Being yourself is one of the hardest things to do.
Especially as a teenager.
Everyone is changing and growing up and there’s an unspoken idea that you suddenly have to mature and deal with a lot of responsibilities. This idea comes from everywhere. My parents expect more of me, school does too, and saying something stupid in front of my friends is a horrifying concept.
But at the same time I’m trying to discover myself and live the way that I want to. Whenever I find myself in a spot where I feel like I’m doing things that don’t reflect the person that I want to be, I remember my friend Will.
I met Will Prince in sixth grade. We had some classes together and I remember him as a smart, kind guy. Will was an avid Red Sox fan, and was usually wearing something that showed his love for the game. In seventh grade we also had classes together and would have conversations about baseball regularly.
One thing that really sticks in my mind is when I walked out of math, after talking to Will, and thinking about how he was exactly who he wanted to be. He seemed happy all the time and had a strong passion for life. Will was only in seventh grade for a few months before he was diagnosed with stage four lymphoma. Although Will and I weren’t the best of friends, I was devastated. He was such a sweet guy and always had a smile on his face. I talked to our mutual friends and helped to organize a fundraiser to raise money for lymphoma research. I even wrote to the Red Sox.
Looking back I wonder why I felt so connected to this boy that I knew for such a short time. And I realized that it was because Will was confident in himself. He did what he did because that’s what made him happy. He lived life the way that he wanted to. I was constantly asking around to see how he was doing. His progress was amazing, and he seemed as though he would pull through. He was let out of the hospital to go see all of his favorite monuments and sights in D.C. Sadly, that was the last weekend of his young life. It made me smile however, to know that Will spent his last hours seeing his favorite places with those that he loved.
As the tears rolled down my face and the words of “Hey Jude” filled the church at his funeral, I remembered what a truly honest, kind, and happy person Will was. And as the second anniversary of his death, April 19th, rolls around this week I’ll remember all the baseball talk we shared and how fun and insightful Will was. I’ll also remember how Will lived every day to the fullest and that in his twelve years he left a lasting impact on all those around him.
Will Prince will never be forgotten.
And thinking of him helps me to realize that my life is mine. And that I should live in a way that makes me happy.
And the secret to happiness? Doing what gets you fired up.
Leaving a mark on those around you. Doing what makes you wake up in the morning with a smile, because you never know what could happen tomorrow.
So live YOUR life.
And try to smile while doing it.
Like Will did.
Beth says
April 17, 2011 at 8:00 pmThis is a terrific post. Thank you for writing it. How great that you’re thinking these thoughts as a teenager. I know many adults who are not nearly as wise as you, Grace.
And thanks to you, too, Michele.
Mara (@chickymara) says
April 17, 2011 at 8:13 pmI got chills up my spine reading your post, smart girl. Before I say anything else, so many condolences on the loss of your friend. You’re too young to feel the fragility of life in such a close way by losing one of your friends. But, beyond that, you’ve made this tragedy into a positive for yourself. You’ve discovered the secrets that have taken the rest of us into our late 30s and 40s to discover. Be yourself, do what makes you happy, find a way to make your mark. Make you life count. You are well on your way to being a great success, however you define it.
Tia Sparkles Singh says
April 17, 2011 at 11:10 pmI did like the writer. And the writing. In fact, I got more than a little teary eyed reading Grace’s thoughts.
“And thinking of him helps me to realize that my life is mine. And that I should live in a way that makes me happy.” makes my resolve to do what I do (encourage and inspire people to live their lives their way) even stronger.
At 15, in fact, till into my 30’s, I never believed that I could truly do what makes me happy and that would be enough for a life well lived. And here you are Grace, so clued into what really matters! You and your mom are something else 🙂 Big hugs and sparkles xoxox Tia
Myra Horner says
April 18, 2011 at 1:42 amHaving an almost 15 year old daughter, this post gave me goosebumps. What a gifted writer at such a young age, and what prolific comments. Thank you for sharing this and reminding us all of what we can accomplish.
Thank you!
Achieving dreams….
Myra
Lynn Hess says
April 18, 2011 at 3:17 amI agree — being yourself IS one of the hardest things to do. ESPECIALLY as a teenager, when it seems like the way to make sure you’re OK is to constantly look around for validation. Plenty of people don’t even realize they CAN live life “their way” until they’re much older. I love that Grace already knows that’s the way to happy. I have a feeling that watching how her mom operates has contributed to that very wise viewpoint!
Loved it 🙂
Fabeku Fatunmise says
April 18, 2011 at 6:28 amThere’s a lot of wisdom here, Grace. And you’ve communicated it beautifully.
I’m glad you met Will. And are able to honor the fire he had by sharing what you’ve shared.
I think the world needs more people like Will. More people lit up from the inside. Doing what they love.
And more people like you. Reminding people to do what fires them up + heading in that same direction themselves.
I’m doing what I love because of my dad. Unlike Will, he never really lived life on his terms. He died way too young (from complications related to lymphoma). And he died without ever being able to do what he loved.
He wanted to be an artist. He spent his life cramped up in an office.
I think about him every day. It feeds the fire, for sure.
Thanks for the wisdom + gorgeous reminder.
David Cohen says
April 18, 2011 at 7:45 pmGrace,
Thank you for sharing your memories of Will and the inspiration you’ve drawn from his example. Nurture that fire of yours and keep it burning bright!
Michele,
You must be very proud – thank you for letting this guest borrow your platform and share her young wisdom with all of us.
Alexis Robin says
April 18, 2011 at 10:20 pmWell done. We call you women like you old souls. There is no doubt that your life will touch the lives of others.