I’m taking the lack of comments on my last post as a sign that you all (whoever you maybe) like the way this blog is written. Thanks! I’m glad you enjoy it.

Anyway, I’m sitting in the library next to an injured athlete. She looks so sad. She plays rugby, Frisbee, water polo and about a million other sports. It reminds me of my own sports injury.

I injured my wrist my sophomore year of high school. It was a major bummer, I was out for the rest of the season. But I now refer to it as the best thing to ever happen to me.

With no sport, I suddenly found myself with tons of free time. I joined about a million clubs and volunteered to write an article for my high school newspaper. I figured I was bound to like something. And I did.

I fell in love with news reporting. I loved going out and meeting new people, and finding out what they were doing. I loved being a part of my community.

I found something that not only I loved, but also was pretty good at. Fast forward three years, I have this blog, am one of the new news reporters for my college paper and am seriously considering a career in journalism.

Anyway, that whole experience made me firmly believe that things happen for a reason.

Any lemonade from lemon stories? I’m curious.