I’m sitting in the airport right now. I’m one of the luckiest people to have the life I do. I’ve been blessed, to grow up in a country rich with opportunity, having been doubly blessed with the parents and support group around me to encourage me to go out and chase whatever dreams I’ve imagined. Not everyone, even in this wealthy nation, have the same luck I’ve had. To be fortunate enough to have been raised by two outstanding care givers who gave me the belief in myself, to shoot for goals others might not even think are possible. My father, a well-known painter and commercial artist, and my mother, an athlete, coach, choreographer, writer and Renaissance woman, taught me that no dream is out of reach if you’re willing to dedicate yourself to it. They both lifted themselves up from the poverty of the dirty thirties and achieved many of the goals they set out to achieve.