Writing about myself isn’t my strong suit so bear with me… We’ll start from the very beginning! I was born on July 14th, 2002 with 1 dimple, brown eyes, 6 fingers and really long legs. Yes, I said 6 fingers! I get a lot of questions on how I do things like, is it safe for you to drive? Is it difficult to ride a bike? Can you lift weights? Is holding a pom pom while cheering hard? Can you really tumble? How about the monkey bars? and my answer is always “Everything you do, I do. Even the monkey bars” I’ve never seen my hand as a “disability” and I really hope nobody else does either. Growing up my family has always been my #1 supporters and always gave me the confidence I needed to thrive in everything I set my mind to do. Now since were on the family topic, let me tell you a little bit about them. I live with my mom, step dad, 1 sister, and 3 brothers. To say we’re a close family would be an understatement. I’ve never gone more than 20 minutes without hearing babies screaming, brothers fighting, or the smoke alarm going off followed my moms famous words “foods ready” and I wouldn’t want it any other way. To say my house is boring is also another HUGE understatement. My mom has made a lot of my dreams reality. Feeding a house of 7 people AND having 3 of us in sports and lots of extra curricular activities isn’t easy or cheap. But, she always finds a way. I’ve been cheering since 7th grade, ran cross county for 3 years and even tried basketball 1 year. (Never, ever again). And my mom was there cheering me on through every scrimmage, game, and meet. I’m now going into my senior year of high school and everything I’ve done up until now has been a huge blessing and a gift from god. Freshman year I went on a service trip to Ecuador (South America) and helped dig ditches for clean water systems to help make water more accessible for the people who had to walk miles on a daily basis just for water. My junior year I went on another service trip to the Dominican Republic and volunteered at a boys and girls orphanage. That was the trip that I realized missionary work was something I felt called to do. A lot of people ask why I felt the need to go out of the country and help them when my own country needs help too… There are so many people who aren’t willing to go out of there comfort zone and decide to stay in the US. I love to go out of my comfort zone and if I can make any sort of difference I’m all for it. I’m sad my senior year is finally here but also so so so excited to start my journey serving at the hands and feet of the lord! Romans 10:15 “And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!”)
