I am from a town in southeastern Wisconsin, a town 20 miles west of Milwaukee, a town 34,443 people call home.

I am from a neighborhood in a town where the smell of grilled meat lofts overhead on a starry summer night.

I am from a family where heartfelt hugs are expected. A family with two dedicated, supportive parents and three older, overprotective sisters.

I am from a school where the town surrounding encourages a tenacious work ethic, being active, and inviting neighbors over for community cookouts.

I am from a state where Lombardi remains a legend, and Miller Park roars with screaming fans hoping for a home run.

I am from a country where citizens are blessed. A country that represents Christians, Muslims, and Jews.

I am from a creator who wrote my story before I lived, and where biblical verses comfort me in times of distress.