When I think of an event that dramatically impacted me, I think of August 12, 2024, my father’s birthday. While his birthday has always meant a great deal to me, it is not the celebration itself that shaped me most. That day, my family from South Florida visited us in Central Florida to celebrate. What was supposed to be a joyful luau quickly turned into one of the most painful and defining moments of my life at the time. In the middle of the celebration, my grandmother suddenly told me to follow her into my parents’ room. I had no idea what to expect, so I listened. As soon as I stepped inside, the door closed behind me and my mother and grand aunt appeared. Before I could process anything, I was dragged onto my mother’s bed and held down. Olive oil and holy water were brought before me, and in that moment, I realized what was about to happen. My grandmother began beating me with the oil while speaking loudly in tongues and splashing holy water on me. I cried and screamed for them to stop, but it didn’t matter. They continued praying as if I were a willing participant instead of someone terrified. When it was finally over, I asked my grandmother why she did that to me. She told me she had heard from my mother that I was struggling with depression. I was stunned. I could not understand how humiliating, frightening, and hurting me was supposed to “heal” anything. That experience filled me with resentment, not only toward my family, but a little towards God too. I questioned why God would allow something like that to happen to me. For a while, I distanced myself from my faith because I did not want to be connected to something that could justify such pain. In time, however, I slowly began rebuilding my faith. I started attending a local church and gradually developed a deeper, healthier relationship with God. Recently, I spoke with my brother about that day in hopes of finding clarity so I could forgive my family. During that conversation, he reminded me that life for my family in Jamaica was drastically different from mine. They did not grow up with access to mental health education or professional resources. Their lives revolved around survival, not emotional wellness. Depression was not something they were taught to understand. The only response they knew when facing something unfamiliar or frightening was to turn to God. FIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX That realization changed everything for me. Although what they did caused deep emotional pain, it did not come from hatred or cruelty. It came from love expressed through the only method they believed could help. They truly thought they were saving me. In a strange way, our experiences are more similar than I once believed. Just like them, I turn to God in moments of fear, uncertainty, and hope. While our approaches differ, our faith connects us. This experience reshaped my understanding of faith, culture, and forgiveness. It taught me that love can be deeply flawed yet still genuine. It reminded me that trauma does not have to erase faith, and that healing sometimes requires understanding perspectives beyond our own. Today, my relationship with God is stronger than ever, not because my life has been perfect, but because I learned to question, heal, and choose faith again. Everything I am now is a reflection of God’s faithfulness, resilience, and the power of forgiveness. This event has taught me to not only trust in God's plan for me, but to always be openminded

For as long as I can remember, I’ve held onto two core beliefs: “Treat everyone with kindness and respect because you never know what they’re going through” and “Forgive but never forget.” These principles have guided how I interact with others, even when I’m met with negativity. While some people view this as being a pushover or a people-pleaser, I see it differently. To me, kindness is effortless and free, while negativity requires unnecessary energy with unfavorable effects. This mindset has made me someone others gravitate toward in almost every social setting, allowing me to form meaningful connections with a wide variety of people. One of the most impactful examples of this occurred when I was 13 at summer camp. A girl in my grade frequently bullied me, mocking my physical appearance and calling me hurtful names like “coin slot” because of my gap and “midnight” due to my dark skin tone. Though her words hurt deeply, I refused to let my pain provoke an equally hurtful response. Instead, I pulled her aside to talk, told her I didn’t appreciate the way she tried to humiliate me, and asked her to stop. While she didn’t stop immediately, my lack of reaction to her taunts eventually caused her to give up. Over time, we even became friends. She began confiding in me about her struggles at home and once admitted she couldn’t understand how I had been kind to her after everything she’d said. I told her, “Being mean wouldn’t solve the problem, it would probably make it worse.” After that, I noticed a change in her. She stopped being the camp bully and began treating others with kindness instead. Even though we’ve grown apart, I am happy that I was able to make a positive impact on her life. Similarly, when I was in the 10th grade, my best friend admitted that she found my kindness perplexing. She even asked her mom if there was something wrong with her because she couldn’t understand why she didn’t act the same way toward people who had wronged her. I explained my ideologies to her, and to my delight, she began although she was confused at first, she was very receptive. Recently, she told me that I inspired her to be more open and kind to others, which filled me with pride and joy. Knowing that my actions have had a ripple effect, influencing those around me to spread kindness, is one of the greatest rewards I could ever hope for. This ideology also informs my work as a mentor. I enjoy mentoring underclassmen at my school and helping them navigate the struggles of high school. Soon, I will be starting up a mentor-mentee program to guide younger students in navigating the challenges of high school, particularly around mental health and stress with some of my friends. Through this program, I am excited to have the privilege of supporting underclassmen, offering them a safe space to share their struggles, and providing guidance and encouragement. I can’t wait to watch these students grow in confidence and resilience. I know how mentally straining high school can be and I can’t wait for the program to take off! As I reflect on these experiences, I’m reminded of the power of kindness to transform not only individuals but entire environments. Whether it’s mending a broken relationship, inspiring a friend, or mentoring a student, I’ve seen firsthand how compassion can create ripples that spread far beyond the initial act. My hope is that the kindness I show continues to inspire others, creating a world where empathy and respect become the norm. After all, a little kindness can go a long way.

Navigating the challenges of life as a Black girl has taught me the value of resilience, determination, and community. In today’s society, building a layer of thick skin and resilience is crucial if you want to succeed. After reading up on Kaila’s story, I notice that we have many similarities. Like Kaila, I am often told that I have a really strong work ethic. I’ve had straight A’s my entire life, I’ve played any sport that you can name, and I love being involved within my community by being a part of clubs, my city’s council, and engaging in community service often. As a soon-to-be first generation college student and the daughter of two immigrants from Jamaica, I make it my number one priority to do two things: excel and leave an impact on others. Seeing the hard work that my parents have poured into our lives has motivated me to rise above any obstacle that tries to block my path to success. I strive everyday to ensure their efforts are not taken for granted. This strong work ethic has driven me to excel academically, athletically, and in my community. I’ve been class vice president for a year and class president for two years, I tutor people weekly, I feed unhoused people weekly, I am also a captain of the varsity basketball and flag football teams at my school! I’ve been playing sports for as long as I can remember. From track to handball, I played it all! As I’ve never faced as many obstacles as I have while playing sports. I’ve had nearly career ending injuries and mental battles like no other. I didn’t let them stop me though. Even though it was tough and may have taken some time, I just paused and took a step back when faced with these obstacles to find the best way to overcome them. Success to me isn’t just about monetary gains or winning a trophy, it is about making sure that I make positive impacts on my community around me. I know that I am already on the right track when it comes to this because the energy that I have poured in others has shown itself most vividly through the strong relationships I have built with those who I have helped. I’ve always been “an overachiever” and despite the praise and accolades I have received over time, I have always felt like something is missing, almost like there was a void in me. When I began volunteering at my local church that takes care of unhoused people, that void began to become filled. When I volunteer there, I form bonds with all the people we take care of and I enjoy the conversations we have and the stories they tell me. Volunteering at the church has grounded me as a person and allowed me to really take in everything going on in life. I am thankful for the opportunity to apply for the Kaila D. Davis Scholarship, learn about Kaila’s life, and share a bit of mine with you. I live my life with the same principles that Kaila lived hers with and her story has inspires me to continue striving for excellence, serving my community, and pursuing my dreams of becoming a radiologist in her honor. This scholarship will help me get one step closer to my goal of becoming a radiologist in the future by reducing the financial barriers that may otherwise distract me. Thank you for sharing Kaila’s story and considering mine.