I was told when I was young that there was no bright future for me. But I wanted to sing. I sang in school, in the shower, walking down the sidewalk, and on stage. My father kept telling me, ‘you can’t sing. You sound awful’ and eventually I started to believe it. Music soothed me and let me feel emotions that I kept buried deep. I couldn’t not resist the urge to sing the things I felt because I could never say them out loud. I kept my singing to myself, some part of me believed what I was told that I was not good at it. In high school, I joined the choir. My teacher heard me sing and he told me, I had talent. He worked with me for 3 years until I had the confidence to do a solo. 10 years later, I sing in the store, walking down the street, in the shower and do private concerts for my young son. I know I should be preforming on stages with thousands looking at me. I want to convey what I’ve seen and felt through music and song. I know that I am not the only one who has felt the rejection. I could be lifting others up and giving them hope.