When I got my car towed and home I called my friend and asked her what happened to her. She said that she had made it home and that the tow truck driver remembered me from a protective order that I had gotten on him from March.
I got advice, asked people about what to do and gave it a lot of thought. I met with a person who I trusted and she said that I should not run for this, indicating that it wasn’t me. My special talent and thing that I could do was get people excited and this was not a job where I could rally interest and get people excited. I thanked her for her advice and went on to run/
Looking back on it, she was right.
I ran over to check on it and the people who were ringing it just stopped, claiming that their families were on campus and they wanted to go see them. With no one else around I climbed in the makeshift fort of pallets and rang the bell alone. For two hours.
I’m not going to lie, it was a long two hours. Some other freshmen came and gave me water while I rang. Some people took a pic of themselves acting as if they were ringing the bell while I kept it ringing it out of the view of the picture. At about 1:15 PM or so I started thinking to myself, “you know what? this might just work out!” It did not work out.
I felt like I was supposed to be there for some reason and that I had a clear sign of it. It was the best decision that I have ever made.
“When I look back on it, that teen court jury card was one of the most important moments of my life. It opened up so much to me that I didn’t even know was there and set the course for the rest of my life. It’s really weird how just the smallest things make the difference. I owe basically everything that has happened in my career to that court summons and the decision to go.”
The following is the first in a set of 10 stories about my life that lend some peek into who I am and how I got to be the way that I am now. I grew up in a town called Duncanville. It’s a sleepy landlocked town southwest side […]