Good Things Come In Three Anonymous

“Good things come in threes.”

I walked into my first job thinking I was overqualified; most of my coworkers were Chinese immigrants attending the local community college. But time slowly brought a new lens of admiration into my perspective. They left behind all familiarity to live in a country where they're too busy taking care of needs to even think about wants. And still, they believe in the “American Dream.”

We’re so fixated on being closer to the finish line that oftentimes, we forget we were three steps ahead to begin with. They taught me to judge success by what was sacrificed.

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I froze, lifting the covers to find my father’s hidden gun. It confirmed the fear I felt every time my father came home from a night of gambling.

Emotionally ‘filled” with a five-hundred-dollar gift card on Christmas Day, I understood in that moment that money couldn’t buy happiness.

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I had four Advils instead of breakfast on the first day of AP/IB testing. With a long day ahead of me, my struggle with fibromyalgia deemed it a necessary choice.

That spring, all I could feel or think about was pain. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about anything else but rather, I couldn’t—you can’t take good health for granted.

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Good things come in three—...