Cry cancer.
Over the last several weeks (months), Broder has been applying to colleges, and vying for scholarships.
His test scores are more than good.
His grades are rather impressive.
He volunteers. He is an athlete.
And it is NOT ENOUGH.
So, yeah, I said it: play the cancer card.
Yes, I know he is healthy.
Yes, I know he is physically strong.
Yes, I know he is emotionally stable.
And getting to this place has been hard work.
And staying in this place is not a given.
So he writes these essays.
And he talks about what his dreams were. And how those dreams were stolen from him.
He goes on to say that letting go of those dreams was incredibly painful.
He talks about how finding new dreams has been so unbelievably amazing.
My heart breaks for him.
I am so incredibly proud of him.
And I pray that someone on the committee sees that he is speaking from his heart.
Entropy: blather from my disorderly mind. 