All throughout my life, I have experienced a lot of downs. My parents got divorced, I’ve been uprooted from multiple homes, my mother and I lack a bonding relationship, my father and I have no relationship; I could go on. But it doesn’t take a lot of effort to pinpoint all of the bad in our lives. It is so much harder to perceive the good that has emerged from all the pain, but I think that I have finally got it. I finally understand how my hardships have shaped me as a person, and I see now that I am what has emerged from the suffering.
Some people lose themselves after, and sometimes even during, their trying times. I was told once that my father has loads of potential, but that potential is wasting away because he doesn’t want to do what is necessary to utilize it. He had something good going for him, but failure to persevere was his downfall. For a long time, I was angry at him for this, but I have come to realize that maybe if he had had someone rooting for him, he would have taken the plunge. This “aha” moment has formed my resolution of becoming a driving force for advocacy. I want to be someone’s cheerleader and encourage them to score a few touchdowns. But how?
A year ago, I had no idea which career path I would go down. There was the option of getting a general business degree, but that wasn’t something that truly called to me. Further into my junior year of high school, I started to panic. Future life plans are kind of a big deal, and I was no closer to figuring mine out. Senior year was fast approaching, and I was completely lost.
Until I visited the Tennessee Bureau of investigation website out of curiosity.
Criminal Justice was never something that I had any interest in. As a little girl, I aspired to be a chef, an actress—at one point, even a princess. At the end of the eleventh grade, however, I went to tn.gov/tbi.html just to check things out. Once the home page appeared, I immediately noticed an alert about a missing girl whose age hadn’t even made it to the double digits yet. She had been missing for over a year, and to this day, investigators are still unsure of her whereabouts. After reading about this girl, I knew. I knew that I wanted to be on that team, helping those people search for her. All of the uncertainty about my future suddenly faded, and I knew exactly what my purpose was.
Ever since that day I visited TBI’s website, I have devoted myself to being a worthy candidate for a job as a Tennessee Bureau of Investigation Special Agent. That involves applying to a university that has an exceptional criminal justice program and pushing myself on a personal and academic level to ground myself.
Hopefully, that little girl is found long before I finally achieve my goals. I aspire to be able to help more people like her, and college is the first large step for me to work to achieve that. Even though I don’t have all the financial means to comfortably transition into my difference-making stage, I’m going to keep persevering. Because out of all the bad, good can—and will—emerge.
These career goals are my way of contributing to society. Will you help me help you?