At the ripe age of 10 years old, I had the privilege of traveling to Washington D.C. with my family on summer vacation. Being the bratty pre-teen that I was, for most of the trip, all I cared about was how hot it was outside. There was a specific MELTdown at the National Archives building that I’d prefer to never think about again.
Even with sweat-induced rage pulsing through my veins at almost every hour of the day, I still managed to create one intense, positive memory.
The Art of Asking Productive Questions
I was not born in the spotlight, yet every time I go out, all eyes are on me. I am not a master in any given subject, but I’m often referred to as an inspiration regularly by my friends, family, and strangers. I am not famous in any sense of the word, but I’m memorable for reasons beyond my control.