By Diana Healy ’06
About thirteen years ago, I met a very special person. Well, let me backtrack for a moment… This person was not a complete stranger when I officially met her in the fall of 2002 during freshman orientation at NDP. About two-year prior, I played basketball against her and was highly intimidated by her speed and aggressiveness. So, when I walked into my freshman home room and realized my assigned seat was directly next to her, I was a bit nervous! Despite the perfect uniform, braided pigtails, and sheep barrettes in her hair, she was … intimidating. I quickly realized that since we were going to be sitting next to one another every day, I should at least introduce myself. We began chatting and made the connection that we had played basketball against each other in middle school and even discovered that we lived close to one another. This person is
Through our high school years we only grew closer. Although we didn’t have many classes together, you could often find us hanging together on our “frees.” As it came time to start applying for colleges, she decided she wanted to attend the Naval Academy. I must admit,
Chas’ time at the Naval Academy was coming to an end and she had received word that after graduation she would be heading to Pensacola for training and then Texas for her first official placement. She was extremely excited to be serving her country and couldn’t wait to begin this next chapter in her life. Before it was time for her to pack her bags and head south, she was able to spend time with friends and family makings tons of memories!
Not too long after she left for training, she was faced with some awful news. She had cancer…stage four Rhabdomyosarcoma. When I found out, I did not want to believe it. How could the star athlete, the physically fit, Naval Academy graduate have cancer!? She would beat it, she just had to… if anyone could, it would be Chas. For the next two years,
In December 2012, heaven gained another angel. And while I’d rather Chas be just a phone call away, I’m lucky to have such a tough guardian angel looking after me. I keep a piece of her with me daily—you can always find me wearing at least one anchor as a symbol of her time at the Naval Academy. And although I still miss her daily, I find comfort in this verse that we will one day meet again,
“This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil” (Hebrews 6:19).

