I found this old article in a box and I started thinking today about what inspires me and reflected back all the way to my childhood, into high school, and beyond. I can remember as a child being in Kindergarten feeling sensitive to others who were "not like me" or their skin was darker than mine. I remember wondering why others treated them different or why they didn't live in the same part of town as myself and the other white kids. As I grew older, I remember feeling angry when people picked on me for liking a black boy. As I transitioned into high school, I ran for student council and I won. The first "crazy" thing I did was call the Nashville Rescue Mission and asked how we can help. So I rounded up a bunch of student council members and students and we drove down to the mission at 8th Avenue at 5am on a Saturday morning and served breakfast to 100s of homeless men, women, and children. What did that do for the student body at Page High School? Absolutely nothing really. But it made us feel good. And it really pulled my heartstrings to see so many people hurting. Shortly after, I found this old beat down cemetery in the middle of nowhere and thought, hey, lets clean it up (article above). What did that do for the student body at Page High School, again, absolutely nothing. But again, it made us feel good. It personally made me feel good to clean up and protect something that others ignored.