I’ll never admit it, but I hate to ask for help.
I’m stubborn, a result from always having to make things work on my own. I’ve dug myself deep a few times because of it, but have always made it through in the end. Thankfully, I’ve had some incredible people who have put up with me to offer a helping hand when I needed it the most.
In roughly two months, I’ll graduate from Marquette. Huge milestone. As is with such accomplishments, I’ve done some self-reflecting of the past four years and realized that I owe the world to so many incredible people.
I’ve been working on getting to know my friends and family in a more meaningful way lately. I’ve been good at keeping it up, but it’s time I include thanking them for help they have given me — whether they realize it or not.
To hit the ground running, I’ll start it off right here.
This one’s for you.
To the friends who spend hours with me in the kitchen cooking up a storm, to the friends who make me do pizza challenges.
To the friends who respond to every email questionnaire interview I send them, to the friend who schnables me every time he sees me, and to the friend that DG’s in every picture we take.
To my special group of friends that use #YouEarnedIt way too much, to the group of friends that have put up with me in a every van trip to New Orleans and New York, to the friends who put up with my jokes of heading to Nam, and to the one that actually went.
Thanks. Thanks for everything.
You all mean the world to me.
You’re not forgotten.
Thank you for putting up with me — through good times and bad. Thank you for being there to make fun of me. Thank you for being the support system I needed when I thought I had none. Thank you for being there because that’s all I really need.
Thanks for the laughs, thanks for the hugs. Thank you for making the sacrifices and know that they will never ever go unappreciated.
There have been many hours spent offering me help when they never had a reason to invest time on me.
To the incredible woman who let me walk into her office unannounced, despite the fact she was never my assigned counselor. You made my collegiate journey a reality. Thank you.
To the man who has been more the greatest mentor and pal since the day we met, despite only having met me in September. Thank you.
To the awesome man who has been not only a great boss and professor, but also one of the greatest friends a guy could ever have. You’ve made my Marquette experience that much better and I’d wouldn’t be where I am today without your help. Thanks, beer runner. You the man.
Cheers to you, friends. It’s been one hell of a ride.
Thanks for being a part of it.
Love you all,