Giving voice to the voiceless

I believe that’s what a good journalist does; gives voice to the voiceless. I once said, "I couldn’t give a damn if I don’t have good spelling, correct grammar, or talk with perfect English. If the lowliest and in most need of love, kind of people understand me then that’s all that matters." Obviously grammar and good structure and those things are important because I want to have a broad audience, but they are not my top priority. This is the point where I give a big Thank You to my editor ;) When people read my work I want them to feel as though they are sitting down and having a conversation with me. I want it to be comfortable and natural. I want to reach many and have valid points. I'm only a college student...so I'm getting there; I'm learning. I would like to think that I am on my way to greatness, and I am…at least that’s what my mom tells me ;) I want to travel the world and risk my life. I read up on some journalists that gave a voice to the voiceless and I was inspired. All I kept reading between the lines is I or me. I want that to be Me. Allow Me to be that good some day. Allow Me to be that brave some day. Me...allow Me to be there one day.

As I was looking at the Fox News website I came across an article titled, “American Journalist Michael Kelly Killed in Iraq”, by Liza Porteus. In this article Porteus quotes Fox News anchor Tony Snow and he commented on the death of Kelly by saying, “There aren’t many people who on a regular basis, when I’m reading their columns, I say ‘man, I wish I’d written that.’” He also said, “There aren’t that many people who make that kind of an impact in so few years,” he calls this tragedy as, “an indescribable loss to the journalism profession.” I read Me….let Me be there some day…

Am I willing to take that risk? What voice do I want to have? What kind of risk do I want to take? Is it worth it? I would like to think that it is. Lets be honest, it’s easy for me to say that its worth it being at my Christian school with my friends and comfortable life; being around my family that love me and surrounding myself with friends that bring me joy but what happens when I’m done with school, will I go out there and ‘Just do it’? Only time will tell.

Make a Statement.

Travel through life. Live it. Love it.

(What Ive learned by traveling through life)

Who am I? About Me?

God, I don’t even really know yet :) I know I’m a girl who finds that the kindest kind of love is through a dog. He is truly the only creature that will ever love you more then he loves himself (Example: my best dogs Max, Alex, and the love of my life, Tucker :)

I’m a girl who is lead by a passion to just want to love…even if that means too much sometimes. I’m every day reminding myself to slow down but love with intensity.

I’m a girl with a story and an unexpected past. “I climbed across the mountain tops, Swam all across the ocean blue, I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules.” But you would never know that unless you have asked.

I’m a girl that hopes I leave a legacy behind just as my amazing cousin Jenna did at 19. One can only hope to be a woman of God like Jenna was, because to want to be more like Jenna would be wanting to be more like Christ.

I couldn’t give a damn if I don’t have good spelling, correct grammar, or talk with perfect English. If the lowliest and in most need of love, kind of people understand me then that’s all that matters.

I want to share the love of God no matter if it means crossing the deepest ocean to Africa, going to San Fran to live on the streets to understand what true love looks like, go to a country where I don’t speak the same language, or sitting on a curb smoking a cigarette with a homeless guy that just wants to be heard. God will come in disguise even if that disguise is me.

As cheesy as it is this is life’s biggest lesson: Live, Love, Laugh, and Learn.