There’s something peculiar about age. If you look too much into the numbers representative of your life you begin to uncover hidden meanings in coincidence. For instance, I found out that you were deceased and not a missing person in 2006 – I was 28. What an awfully difficult year that was, but at 28 I had the most important experience of my life. It’s a fact that you – my lovely brother – encouraged me to move forward in life and put forth effort to live my dreams and accomplish my goals. Your voice, “One day, sissy, you’ll do something huge. I believe in you.”
So, how’s this for coincidence…
Getting into NYU’s MBA program is somewhat of a conundrum. People ask me how on earth I got into the highly-selective program and a waived GMAT to boot? I sit there – unfazed by the subtle insult of ‘how did YOU get into that program (emphasis on the YOU) – to which I dubiously reply, “I had a unique career, personal growth, and killer essay you jealous sonofabitch.” (okay, so I don’t really name call but I should). Nonetheless, I am highly selective myself. I select a goal and I fearlessly attempt to achieve it and sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t but at least I have the courage to face failure and grow from it …this is what you taught me, Jeffrey.
My first day of class is in 14 days – August 23rd, 2010 – your 28th birthday.
With all my love,