From that fateful day at Loma Vista Elementary, my love for writing was more or less forgotten. Other things consumed my life. As an avid athlete, I played lacrosse, soccer, football, did skiing, snowboarding, dance, and even had short-lived stint as a high jumper (I'm 5'2"). I think I can thank the English Department at Arapahoe High School for bringing a love for writing back into my life. That love soon developed into a passion, and I realized that besides just turning in an assignment, writing became a means of expression. It was a reflection of who I was, what I felt, my desires and passions, my story.
"Hola, somos misioneras de la Iglesia de Jesucristo de los Santos de los Ultimos Días..."
For a whole year and a half, I didn't have to wonder who I was, because I knew. I said it every day and it changed my life completely. My love for Jesus Christ and my love for people bloomed. Their examples of faith, courage and humility touched my heart and motivated me to bring them Christ's love and mercy, so their lives could change just as mine had.
From there, I decided to delve into my interest for Latin culture and began to study Latin American Studies, with a minor in Non-profit Management. My ultimate goal was to help those I had come to love dearly while serving in Gilbert. Helping people was what I wanted to do, and, thinking my mind was made, I went to Lima, Peru on an internship with the LDS Self Reliance services.
In Peru, I further discovered my love of people, learning their stories and helping them reach their potential.
After the internship, I went on to work at a non-profit organization called Mentors International. I did just about anything they asked me to do, things like running their social media, filing, shredding paper. But what I really loved was writing their success stories. I would take their success stories and translate them, in the process embellishing them and making them actual stories, not just listed information. As I did, I felt a familiar spark reignite.