I was injured while pursuing the passion I have for my education. I am involved in my school’s construction class; I discovered it and fell in love with it quickly. Gaining strength physically while working hands-on and dedicating myself to the workshop mentally. Not once did I think it would take a toll on my life. From the day I began healing emotionally, it made me reflect on myself. I took construction for two years in high school, and I received my OSHA-30-hour certification. I enjoy working hands-on, but junior year was the first time that I had been hands-on for most of the class time. One afternoon, while preparing to work on a project, my hand slipped, and my finger was caught by machinery. I remember feeling déjà vu, I kept holding my finger tight, praying that if I just held it tight, it would make it go away. Later in the clinic, I remember hearing my mom’s voice and just crying. It changed my daily schedule. I felt a bit of my purpose leave. I had to watch my classmates work on our project, meanwhile, I had to stand by despite wanting to help. I also had to stop helping at home, which felt surreal, because I like helping around and doing chores, but I was just being told to leave it. I felt out of place the first few weeks of my injury. Currently, during this hard time of healing, I have felt a need to protect myself from negative perspectives of my mind. I try a lot to convince myself that my finger will heal. That it won’t stop me from living nor accomplishing good. It reminded me to be somewhat kind to myself during a difficult time in my life. I have to keep making my health a priority, and that means I have to stay in a positive frame of mind. I think everything happens for a reason and that’s a theory a lot of people believe in as well. Even though it may be inconvenient or harmful, it shows you something important. A flaw about you that opens a way of understanding. The first thing my mother asked me was, “Are you sure you still want to do this?” I didn’t have to hesitate, nor rethink my choices, I simply told her that it is my dream to become a project manager. And in order to become one who understands the concept, I must look at it from different jobs, including construction, and later in college architecture and construction engineering. My experience has only made me aspire to continue on my recovery journey, so I can graduate this upcoming year, and to do so I must continue thinking positive. It really helped me check how I was doing in life. My finger is halfway through healing as I write this, I admire my scar—it shows my hard work and dedication. Not just to me, but to my mom, teachers, nurses, friends, and principal. They called me a tough one and told me to never lose the passion I have lit, which grows stronger with each breath I take. I hope that same passion shows to whoever may be reading this right now. I wish to share my story with many people I meet along my way who wish to pursue the same career as me. I truly want to make it a story I get to tell my children one day. Thank you for your courtesy and time. My name is Milliana, and I’m grateful someone will read about me.