When I was nine years old this picture was taken.
Months later, a drunk driver changed the trajectory of my life. My mom laid in bed with severe chronic back pain for the next 17 years. The pain turned into pulmonary embolisms and those turned into pseudomyxoma peritonei (rare abdomen cancer) and colon cancer. Over the years, stress and medical bills lead us to foreclosure and becoming homeless. I know what it’s like to not have enough money for cheese. My mom passed away in 2017 after a long fight and minimal quality of life for over a decade. Every night, I would hug her goodnight and we’d each tell each other, “I love you.” My mom and dad’s love and pride in me… inspires me to live a life where I’m making a difference in people’s lives everyday.