I often tell people that I’m lucky.
That yes, while I have worked my ass off to be where I am today – a lot of it was still sheer luck.
I was lucky to be born six miles north of the border, on American soil. I was lucky that my grandparents made a choice 60 odd years ago so that the generations of their family that followed could have a better life. I was lucky to have parents who had the wisdom to know that hell or high water, they needed to find a way to pursue a college degree.
I didn’t have to work in a field and pick fruit like my mom and her siblings. I didn’t have to rely on joining the army for security, like my dad.
I am so lucky.
And so when I get to stand in the lush, clean streets of Austin, Texas or on stages giving speeches in Houston or on the subway platforms of New York City, when I get to go on night tours of the Whitney, when I get to sit in on meetings with surgeons and transplant coordinators, when I get to work shoulder to shoulder with such diversely skilled and brilliant teams – I am immensely, immensely humbled.
I grew up with the space to dream, and to do work that I believed in. And that alone, is a privilege.
If you’ve been keeping up with my posts you already know this, but in order for me to pack up so quickly and live and work in New York the last three months – I crowdfunded my plane ticket. In less than a week, I had a whopping $2,185 – enough for a plane ticket and first month of rent and a half. 98% of the donations came from my community back home in Brownsville – people I knew who couldn’t comfortably give $10, much less $100. But this little border community that I’m from, they believed. They believed in the work I’d be contributing to and what it could do for the nation’s health, and for many – their own loved ones.
This product, was now influencing and being watched by people from highest the halls of power in DC to the deepest parts of South Texas.
And this is why more of us need to be in the room. And this is why I’m lucky, because of generations before me that fought to make sure I could.
For the past four years on my birthday, I’ve created a Birthday Campaign page on DonorsChoose.org and asked friends and family to support and donate to a classroom of their choice in the Rio Grande Valley. Seeing as I’ve already asked people for quite a bit of money this year, I thought I’d try something different and instead come up with 23 ways you can pay it forward. The best way to celebrate life, is by giving life – no?
Last but not least, before I get into it:
I am so grateful to see this 23rd year of life. I have had the opportunity to live the most amazing and brilliant story, and while I don’t want it to end anytime soon.. know that if it did – I leave more than content.
If there is one large lesson I’ve taken away from the past 364 days, it is that there is no such thing as a greater good. There is only good. Here’s to it.
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- Write more letters. Just because letters, just wanted to tell you to keep your chin up letters, I am grateful for your mentorship letters.
- Volunteer at your local literacy center.
- Or animal shelter. Fostering kittens with APA is a ~prime~ hilight of my life in Austin.
- Or soup kitchen, or hospital, or any other community organization that literally needs some extra hands.
- Donate your skills pro-bono to a local non-profit.
- Hey, donate a kidney! No, but like, for real…
- Sponsor a youth sports team, or volunteer to work with your local Y’s youth groups. Or if you don’t have either in your city, MAKE ONE!
- Adopt a park, a highway, a school garden, etc. and devote this year to beautifying it. There is a power in a community or a student having a beautiful, safe, welcoming space to come to.
- Go to your city council meetings. You don’t need to focus on philanthropic world domination, try giving a sh*t about the world right on your block.
- Spend more time with the younger ones in your life. Take that little cousin to the movie, to coffee, or if you’re far like I am – remember to pick up the phone. (..Hi Evelyn, yes, I know I’m not the best at this quite yet)
- Be a saint, like my brother, and drop by an older family member’s house on a consistent basis and keep them company.
- Take the extra few minutes to open the door, pull over when you see someone with a flat, offer your umbrella up if it’s raining outside and you’re both walking the same direction.
- Send someone flowers just ’cause you can. (Support local florists, but if you’re trying to do delivery…)
- Support the ideas and dreams of teachers and students in your area. Go to DonorsChoose.org and sift through classroom projects via zip code or category.
- Fund an innovative Kickstarter. My current fave: the Purpose Hotel.
- Ask people ‘how are you?’, and mean it, and listen.
- Give your friend’s projects some extra love on social media. Be the cheerleader you need every now and then.
- Take that ‘dang, that girl looks great in that dress‘ compliment out of your headspace and actually give it. Sidenote. Whenever Carlos (re: brother) looks across the room and points out a girl he thinks is looking extra pretty, I always encourage him to go up and tell her and it’s THE best when I see their face light up from the unexpected compliment. Don’t be a creep though; I always tell him to use this line, and then walk away so they don’t feel pressured to react: “Hey, in case no one has told you today – you look very beautiful. Have a great rest of your night.” Boom.
- Hug like you mean it.
- Be the friend that comes to the rescue without being asked. Bring the Zyrtec, the soup, the green smoothie, or in some occasions – the wine.
- DONATE BLOOD! You can donate every three months, and with one pint can save up to three lives.
- Write good Yelp reviews for businesses you like, I promise – it actually matters and can help their presence.
- Smile. Do it when you ask the waiter for their name, when you pass the doormen on the street in the morning, when you offer to help the struggling parent juggle their bags and their baby.
Because where there is love, there is always time.
P.S. You all know I love my playlists. Check out what I’ll be vibin’ to this weekend here.