I posted a blog on Huffington Post about my college pageant experience, where I represented Jamaica with my awkward self. If you, like reblog,share, or comment :)
Today I was down… interviews didn’t happen the way they were supposed to and I was dealing with a lot of nonsense. My mom, my uncle, and my sister had a great time at the concert I took them to but I had this overbearing weight of sadness on my shoulders and I didn’t know why. I felt guilty for feeling that way because I am so blessed…so so very blessed. Sometimes I worry about all the looming work I have to do, and that makes me slip into grouchy mode.
But today, my family was leaving. I didnt walk them out the building because I told them it would make saying goodbye harder and that I had half a mind to jump in the car with them and forget about all the mess I had to deal with in Philly. So while I’m in my room staring at the ceiling, I get a call finding out their car couldn’t start and they needed a jump. For about an hour we looked for someone to ask. The food truck man that worked down the block called everyone he knew including his son who I believe is a budding mechanic.
Eventually, one of the cars my uncle stopped offered their help. They were Caribbean for sure. I could smell the plaintain on them. They stayed with us for 30 mins trying to help start the car with all their mechanical car starter thingys. A man walking his dog stopped and helped as well. Telling us what was wrong with the car and what we needed. All the while the food truck man’s son was headed out to help. We were taking up space in a one way street so a guy that lived in my building (i should get his name) redirected traffic.
Needless to say, the car was started…eventually. But with the help of all these kind people. I really felt the brotherly love.When my family drove off…I didn’t cry or get sad. I just smiled. I felt rejuvenated. They say everything happens for a reason and I feel that the car was me. I needed a jump. Something to remind me that I have so so much going for me and so much to live for.
I HATE this saying but it’s so valid: Too blessed to be stressed.
I wrote this blog about YOLO! Tell me what you think! :)
Got a chance to talk to them during their video shoot, at Temple University, Bell Tower. I genuinely like these guys and their music. Check out the article on the shoot: