“Out of clutter, find simplicity, from discord, find harmony, in the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.” - Albert Einstein What’s your definition of a bad day? Is it minor? Or is it major? Well there are 360 days in a year, and one of those days I recall, was the worst day of my life. Although my parents were separated, I was raised in a loving family and I was daddy’s little girl. However, my life became a clutter when my father had an aneurysm. As a result, I deliberately acted out and defied my mother. All the lessons my father taught me, to become a good person, had diminished. I looked to an outlet to hide the pain and emotional damage I felt. I found that outlet through my desire to go to medical school. Growing up, my mother always told me I was my father’s clone, a fighter. Even though he was no longer the dominant caretaker, my attachment to him remained. I loved his tone of voice, the corny jokes and stories he told, and how he knew what to say when I was feeling down. Frequently, I recall how he could not leave me because I wanted to stay right by his side and would cry if he went off too far. Three days prior to the aneurysm my father said to me, “If anything happens to me baby, I don’t want you to go crazy. Stay focused on school and have a family, you hear me?” It took two years to accept the fact my father would never be his old self. I had to remember not to let him down. I remember covering my ears with my hands, as I sat in fetal position. I could see my heart beating out of my chest every time I seen a nurse run past me as the doctors are constantly being paged. My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly couldn't breathe. I could hear this long tone, I waited, I waited to hear the heart monitor sound off again. There it goes. Unfortunately, my father’s recovery was difficult. He was paralyzed and unable to walk or feed himself. However, the most devastating part was his inability to remember w