Revise the following piece, to place less emphasis on the loss of my parents, and cover main points more succinctly.

October 11, 2023…the day that transformed everything.

After waking up a bit past noon, I headed to my mother’s room only to find her lifeless on the bed.
The paramedics confirmed my deepest fears—-my mother had passed away at 70, succumbing to stage four terminal cancer.

Just nine days prior, I faced the heartache of losing my father.
He took his last breath at 83, shortly before 3:00pm on the hospice floor of Broward Health North, following complications from his second stroke in five years.
At 31, I was left without parents.

In the beginning, I struggled to comprehend the situation.
A part of me hoped it was merely a terrible dream, but reality offered no such reprieve.

I found some comfort in my interests, continuing to look after our dog, Honey Rose, and managing the home where my parents and I had lived for almost 20 years.
Roughly two weeks after my parents’ passing, I crossed paths with two individuals who would impact my life in very different ways.
One was a swindler who preyed on me during my vulnerable moments, while the other has become one of my closest friends.

My mother’s former colleagues connected me with a woman named Evelyn.
Over the following months, she assisted me in leaving the old house behind and setting my life on a better course.
I volunteered for a period at an achievement center she runs in Boca Raton and might return to lend a hand one day a week, possibly on Fridays.

About six months after losing my parents, I gathered my belongings and settled into the Joshua Rales House, under the Jewish Association for Residential Care (JARC).
The transition was intriguing from day one, starting with a “Mama Mia” performance that had been in the works for months.
I had no inkling then that some of the actors would become cherished friends.
In fact, I take pride in sharing a home with one of them.
(Hi, Rocky!)

On my second day at JARC, I joined my housemates in attending the day program for the first time.
They wanted to assess my suitability for different roles and began with a kitchen job.
In a program first, I secured the position immediately, without needing to demonstrate further abilities.
My months in the kitchen have been fulfilling, as I’ve met many ‘clients’ who collectively contribute their talents to provide high-quality food to worthy individuals.
In fact, I take pride in sharing a home with one of them.
(Hi, Rocky!)

Whether washing dishes, organizing the freezer, labeling items, or lifting boxes, I strive to be as dependable as I can.
Rocky Marciano, renowned for believing in himself when others doubted, inspires me significantly.
Though his reach was the shortest of any heavyweight champion and his technique lacked polish, his toughness and power cemented him not just as a legend of his time, but one of the greatest fighters in history.
He stands alone as the only heavyweight champion to retire undefeated, untied, and undisputed.

Now I’m also involved with the Exceptional Theater Company (ETC), the same group that staged “Mama Mia.”
I’m currently participating in their latest production, set to debut this April.
The encouragement and support I’ve received from my fellow actors and from Marc—-our instructor, and an industry veteran who tolerates our antics week after week—-has been profoundly inspiring, in ways words can’t fully capture.
He’s helped me believe in myself and in the potential for a brighter future.
There’s no sunshine without rain, no joy without sorrow, but I have faith God is watching over us.
I refuse to dwell in the dim twilight of mediocrity.

I want to extend my gratitude to everyone at JARC, the Joshua House, Cafe 95, the Boca Raton Achievement Center, and the Jewish Federation.
I’m deeply thankful to the Federation for taking a chance on me.
I hope they find that their investment was worthwhile.

Special thanks go out to some remarkable individuals: Pat, Sonja, and Tamar.
Though they live far away, they inspire me to strive for more.
I love you all deeply.

Above all, I owe my deepest thanks to my Mom and Dad… I am who I am, because they were who they were.

Thank you very much.