Jaime Love
Stories (2/0)
Who Am I?
At a young age, I felt like an accessory. My best friend played competitive travel soccer, while I cheered on from the sidelines. My cousin performed on elite dance teams, while I applauded from the audience. The list went on and on but I was not on it. I felt incompetent—a hollow, empty mirror, reflecting on the achievements of others without any substance of my own. My dad always told me, “Jaime, you never know when lightening will strike; you have so much to offer.” Then, one day, it happened, and that image shattered forever!
By Jaime Love4 years ago in Journal
Facing Your Own Personal Bridge
My mom surprised me with a trip to Manhattan. We were going to the American Girl Doll Store. Procuring an American Girl Doll as a seven-year-old is equivalent to getting into the college of your dreams. I had my heart set on getting the Beach Edition doll. That doll came with a towel, lounge chair, and a beach ball. I fantasized about playing with these pieces of plastic on the beach. I could see the water now. Oh wait... I could actually see the water now. I was no longer fantasizing about the doll. I saw our car approaching the Triborough Bridge. The huge steel arches were in front of me and the river below me. My heart rate quickly picked up speed. All I wanted was for the car to stop and us to quickly turn around. I did not want to traverse the bridge.
By Jaime Love4 years ago in Motivation