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I didn’t have to miss out
Picture yourself in the jungle of Costa Rica. The air is thick with moisture and filled with the sounds of insects and birds. That’s where I was in eighth grade—having fun in an exotic forest with my friends on a class trip.
But then, halfway through the trip, I started feeling sick, and I couldn’t eat or even look at my food. I decided to go back to my hotel room instead of staying at the restaurant we were at. As I left, I couldn’t help feeling angry that I was missing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I felt weak, hopeless, and overall just sorry for myself.