When I was 15 years old, I had a liver transplant. After my transplant, when I got released home, I had to take medication that I had to take to make me stay alive. And then the doctors were telling me that if I didn't take my medication, I would damage my liver and go back all over to almost losing my life again. I stopped taking my medicine because I started feeling the way I did before I had my transplant: better. I started feeling good. I found myself back by turning all yellow, and I was admitted back inside the hospital all over again. And I was in here for around a month, around- three weeks, around there- just sitting here realizing that what I did was wrong- not taking my medication. It's really about keeping yourself alive and making sure that you feel good, because why would you want to damage a liver that was given to you? I feel like, in a way, I'm different from other kids- I'm more special, because I got a second chance at life. And I'm grateful for that, instead of not being here.