What needs to be inspirational? If you asked me that 10 years ago I would say that Michael Jordan made the last second shot in the championship match, Adam Vinatieri kicked the winning field in the Super Bowl or someone came back from the last place to win. But at my age of 17, my life in my life changed the perspective of what to be inspiring.

I remember I was yesterday. I was in gymnasium and Christmas break in the first week of January 2001. My parents came home and said, "We must talk about Vince's brother." Now, before I go on, I'll give a little background to my brother. Four years older than me and someone I look up (though shorter than me). At Johnson County Community College, I was awarded a cross country / track scholarship, and as I wanted to go to college, I always asked for advice and tips. He was one of my coaches and encouraged me to do the best. My brother has completed a two-year break in Johnson County and obtained the first semester at Kansas University. He began to be sick and went to a doctor for a doctor who continued to say that he was Mono but knew his body better than anyone else and was not better off with the recommended rest. In fact it just got worse. So when my parents came home and told me that there was something to say that I was all ears. They told me that my brother was diagnosed with Dermatomyositis, an autoimmune disorder that consumes the muscles. I was speechless. Dermatomyositis is a rare disease, in fact only 1 out of 200,000 people are diagnosed and women are four times more likely to get it than men. People are generally diagnosed between the ages of 30 and 55. As you can see, there are not many men in their age.

A bit more backgrounds for my brother, 70 miles a week, are on a consistent basis for cross country and track season. But that illness so limited his mobility so he could not leave the bed. Doctors said that he would regain his mobility and he would normally be able to work, but it would take time. But my brother did not want to function normally; wanted to engage in active and marathon competitions. So he asked doctors, "When can I start and practice again?" Doctors said, "It will take time, and although I'm likely to be able to run, maybe you can not compete and do not push your body." My brother did not say anything to doctors, but what she told my mom after the doctors left her attitude. She told my mother not to cry because she was "I'm still going to marathon."

When he came home for 5 days after being in the hospital, the marathon started. Believe me when I tell you he started out of nowhere. Indeed, so much so that I, his younger, handsome brother, had to go upstairs because he was too weak to go up the SEVEN stairs. He could not lift himself from the furniture in the house. Now think about it for a minute. You can not move on seven steps and you can not raise the furniture, but you still think you can run marathon. Well, that was exactly what my brother thought. He led Marathon.

He got up from the furniture, even though he did not have to get up simply because he wanted to practice and be better. He went upstairs and began to go to physical therapy. But that was not enough for him. After physical therapies, he even went to a local gym and workout. She decided she would be stronger to get started and get ready for the marathon. Everyone at the gym just got his looks when he lifted the 2 pound dumbbell and struggled with them. He started to run sometime in May, and he really shouted for the physical therapist that he was so painful about running, but he did not mind. The first race ran for 30 seconds and reminds you to feel worse after running than ever and ever. He ran three times a week every 30 seconds, and increased every week by 10%. After each run, he used the machines to lift his pulse. He could run 8 minutes ago without stopping and only increasing his friend by 10%, still using the machines to get a better workout. In April he ran a half marathon and ended in an hour and thirty minutes. Not bad, he could only start eight minutes without stopping in August. He was working out that he could not get out of bed, not even better than the average.

In October, in Chicago's windy city, 22 months after diagnosing Dermatomyocitis, she left the bed, my brother at the first marathon with her whole family, mostly my mother was terrified of what she was doing. Passed on the line as if it were nothing, even after the marathon it felt much better than the first 30 seconds. My mother was relieved and hoped that the boy would be satisfied with his performance so he would not do it, at least for his sake. But again, this is not my brother. He tells us: "For the Boston Marathon, we will need the most prestigious marathon in our country, even in the world." He starts the Boston mission and introduces two marathons, which can hardly endure the qualifying mark on both occasions. You will do it on the third try. Boston is eligible for a career. But it was not good enough for him, as he led not only the Boston Marathon, but led a personal record that was absolutely amazing in my book. In October 2006 he was in Chicago and ordered another personal recording from 3: 00: 37 and spent only three hours. He just decided to compete in mid-summer triathlon in the summer of 2007. That's not competitive.

What should be inspirational? The inspiration retreats after he falls. It runs marathon on a competitive level, after it has not been able to get up from the bed. Inspiration herself believes, even if the doctor said he could not compete as before. At a certain point in our lives, when times are rough, we need to be inspired or motivated to just get out of bed, but it's always been so bad that you can not get out of bed? Think about it. Life is tough, but most of us can go out of bed, even in the worst times. My sister is the inspiration I will need to get out of bed.

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