She is everything I want to be – my perfect role model. Never before in my life has there been one woman in the media who represented all aspects of what I want to be “when I grow up.” First and foremost, she’s a successful, black woman. This is the spot Oprah filled for the most part. But then you add in highly-educated, happily married (from what we can see on the outside), a mother, stylish, strong, and sophisticated. I mean, that previous sentence could really be changed to, “everything I want to be.” Michelle Obama is a force to be reckoned with and when you add that to the fact that she’s by the side of the most inspiring man I've ever seen in my adult life, I get so excited I could pee my pants.
Yesterday, there was a quote by Michelle in USA Today that read, “As we’ve all said in the black community, we don’t see all of who we are in the media. We see snippets of our community and distortions of our community. So the world has this perspective that somehow Barack and Michelle Obama are different, that we’re unique. And we’re not. You just haven’t seen us before.” Until I read this quote, it hadn’t quite sunk in for me that the Obamas are the first real-life model black family that mainstream media has ever seen. I personally love the fact that they are the ones filling this void. It’s clearly a big one to fill and, so far, they’ve done it with such grace.
Please don’t get me wrong kids. It’s not that I admire Oprah any less. She will always be an inspiration for me, and I would still give anything (not literally) to be able to meet her – like sit down to lunch/coffee and pick her brain type meet her. But there is something to be said about finding someone like Michelle Obama who can be an even bigger inspiration in your life. Everyone deserves to have someone like that. It’s just about time that young women like me have found her.
Call me idealistic but I want to believe that it’s possible to save the world and that me and my homie Mlle. Melissa will be huge forces in the movement. While that naiveté will probably hurt me more than help me along the way, it’s not something I want to lose. Luckily people like Arne Duncan (current Chicago public school executive, future Sec of Education - read about him here) continue to provide me with the hope that I might not be such a “foolish young girl.” Change can come. I mean, hasn’t Obama already shown us a lil somethin somethin?
This morning I was reading the news, which I do most mornings, but today I just felt overwhelmed by the number of stories of death, tragedy, and just pure evil that I came across. Add that to the many conversations that I continue to have with people where I find myself the only one arguing on behalf of the ethical and kind people in this world. I’m beginning to grow concerned that the party I represent is either dwindling quickly or was simply a figment of my far-fetched imagination in the first place.
I want to believe that not all corporations are run by money-hungry individuals that have no concern for the people they employ… that there are politicians who behave with integrity and are genuinely concerned about the community they represent… that it is possible to grow wealthy in this world by following your passion with compassion. Because, if not, then I have a really difficult journey ahead of me as I forge a path that doesn’t exist.
Growing up my parents always provided me with the best advice. My father, in particular, always said things that stuck really hard as I grew older – such as, “Never forget where you’ve come from and remember you didn’t get to where you are by yourself.” I have slowly come to the realization that my purpose in life is to be of service to my community. While the way in which I continue to do so will change over time, I pray that the compassion and integrity with which I do so will never change. Even as I face difficult obstacles in life and have to hold my own in the midst of the many people in the world that may never understand or even believe my sincerity. Even if I become an army of one, my side will always be stronger with Him behind my every move. That's where I ultimately get my hope, and I'm officially telling the world to stop trying to take it away.
So I've been tagged by Mademoiselle Nicole! Here goes...
- I'm scared of the dark. And NO I don't sleep with a night light. I just had to get that out the way cuz I know that's prob the first thing that came to your mind. I just make sure that I turn on all lights in the house on my way to my destination. Then I turn them off on my way back to the safety of my covers.
- The thought of eating a bread and cheese sandwich makes me feel a little nauseous. When I was younger I went to Jamaica with my father and his soccer team. For the entire two weeks - or however long it was - we literally ate bread and cheese everyday, sometimes even twice a day. My family thinks this is humorous for some reason. *sigh*
- I wish i could fly. I mean, who doesn't?
- My left calf is bigger than my right. Don't ask.
- I'm a pain-o-phobic. Yet not only am I the clumsiest person ever but I also always seem to have to be in a dentist chair being drilled on! My pain-o-phobia is therefore closely related to my dentist-o-phobia. (Read here if you have not yet been enlightened... *squirming in my chair with the thought*).
- I want to be a pirate. Me and Mademoiselle K are going to start up our pirate careers soon. I'm a little blown though that we've got copy cats already over there by Somalia. We won't be bad pirates, just fierce. All men with cooking skills feel free to apply for our chef position. The princesses, uh.. pirates, on board will need to be fed well.
- My favorite color is pink. Not so random actually. So if you didn't know this then I ask.. Where the hell have you been!?
Our journey together started September of 2000 at Georgetown Visitation Preparatory School. We spent four years together, sharing common experiences... struggles, triumphs, and everything in between.
On June 8, 2004 we graduated from Visitation - fabulously dressed in white as tradition calls - and we each embarked on our own individual journeys. We attended some of the nations most prominent institutions of higher learning - Hofstra, Babson, Maryland, Spelman, NYU, and Howard, travelled the globe, found both love and heartbreak, explored and discovered our passions, and eventually made our way into the real world.
We are at a point in our lives where we recognize the true beauty of our relationship; and in an effort to both capture and maintain it, we've decided to start our own blog. While the main purpose is for us to keep up with each other, we also recognize that we are fabulous and extremely interesting young women. Therefore, we're putting it all out there and giving each of you a chance to recognize our greatness before it's too late for you to say you knew us!
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you VidaVisi.
YES, but please don't judge me. I'm not on the road to recovery - despite my admission - because of the simple fact that j'adore slurpees. And not just any slurpee...
The slurpee in the middle is the light of my life. And I'm craving one pretty badly right now. However, I've been ordered to wait until I've completely recovered from my cold before indulging myself - which left me no option other than to use this post as an outlet for my craving.
It's a very pathetic substititute, but it will have to do for now.
I ask that you keep me in your prayers. Thanks.
When the medical director became aware of Mary's heroic act, he immediately ordered her to be Discharged from the hospital, as he now considered her mentally stable. When he went to tell her the news, he Said, "Mary, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged because since you were able to jump in and save the life of another patient, I think you've regained your senses".
"The bad news is that Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself in the bathroom with the belt of his robe. I am so sorry, but he's dead."
Mary replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry".