If I had a million dollars to give away, I wouldn’t hesitate—I’d give it to my daughter.
Not because she’s mine, but because I know without a doubt she’d use it to help others. She listens for the quiet cries, the unspoken needs, and the people who often go unseen. Her heart is wide open, and her spirit is built for service.
She works with individuals facing mental health challenges, and every day she shows up with empathy, patience, and strength. That money wouldn’t just help her—it would ripple outward, touching lives she’s already committed to healing.
Growing up, she dreamed of becoming a lawyer. She earned her Bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice, determined to make a difference. But when she volunteered and saw the system up close, something shifted. She realized her gift wasn’t in prosecution—it was in restoration.
So she pivoted. She went back to school and is now completing her Master’s in Social Work. That decision wasn’t easy, but it was right. She chose to walk alongside people in their pain, rather than stand in judgment. And I love that about her.
She’s a great listener. A fierce advocate. A gentle soul with a powerful calling.
I’m so proud of my daughter. She’s exactly where she’s meant to be—and if I had a million dollars, I’d place it in her hands without blinking. Because she’d make sure it reached the people who need it most.
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