As a little kid, I knew I was going to be a doctor. When I was 8 years old, my cousin Antoine got so fat. He talked really slow and his face got all weird. He had a brain tumor. Nobody really explained what was happening, but that he was really sick so I needed to pray extra hard every night so that he would live. Now imagine, you’re 8 years old and someone tells you your cousin has a tumor that is making him sick and changing his appearance. In my mind I envisioned a little alien playing games in Antoine’s brain. How did he get there? How was he making Antoine so sick? And more importantly, why Antoine? Why my cousin? Follow this by losing my paternal grandmother to Leukemia. Did she eat something bad? How did the alien get into her blood? Nothing made sense. But as I got older, I wanted to figure it out.
My sophomore year of high school, once I had a better grasp of what cancer was and what it actually looked like, my mother was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer. I will start with SHE’S DOING GREAT! And I will also save you all of the sappy details. What most intrigued me with my mother’s cancer was her relationship with her oncologist. That was it. This was my dream. Combining my curiosity for science, love for children (I have worked in childcare for 8 years), and want to change the world! Pediatric oncology! I had an internship at the local hospital and fell in love. I enrolled at Syracuse University as biology major, premed track.
Well with all that background events leading up to this decision, how could I change my mind? But I did. It didn’t feel right. Something was missing. I didn’t wake up every morning thinking I can’t wait to be a doctor. I woke up every morning praying for more sleep so that hopefully my coursework would go away and I could just leave college. It just did’t fit.
I spent the next couple of years searching for the fit. I tried teaching. Love those little brats, but I am not spending the next 40 years of my life babysitting a different bunch of brats hoping they learn something. I just couldn’t find my niche, my passion.
I made a list of all the things I enjoyed in life: organizing, event planning, managing/leading, sports, working in a face paced environment, working with/ leading people, being challenged. With this list and advice from some friends, I stumbled upon the idea of Sports Management. I applied to Georgetown University Masters of Profession Studies in Sports Industry Management. A risk seeing as I have no sports background (retail and childcare), but to get the results I want in life it was time to take risks.
Being accepted into the 6th best sports management grad program in the world is just the beginning of this journey. I can’t wait to explore all of the opportunities possible.
Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though sometimes it is hard to realize this. For the world was built to develop character, and we must learn that the setbacks and grieves which we endure help us in our marching onward. Henry Ford