Maybe…it’s possible

John Carroll’s statue in front of the famous Healy Hall at Georgetown University

To whoever it may concern,

I never thought I would be able to write this letter to you. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would be able to say “I’m a Georgetown University Student”. Never would I have imagined that I would be accepted into one of the most highly competitive and challenging masters programs in the country.

But I’m here.

I’m here now.

Today, I was accepted into the Master of Science in Finance program at Georgetown University.

Crazy to think that a kid from Harrisonburg, Virginia, that could only read at a 2nd grade level when he was in middle school, got to this point. Crazy to think that a black kid that lost his dad at 12, didn’t go down the wrong path and end up as another statistic. Crazy to think that a kid that almost failed out of VCU in 2010, could turn himself around (with the help of his family and close friends) to graduate from that same University with a double major in Finance and Accounting. Crazy to think that the same year, 2010, that this kid didn’t believe in himself. He didn’t believe that the world worked in his favor. That his life was cursed. That everything went against him.

Crazy how life works…

I write this letter not only to thank everyone that has help me get to this point in my life’s journey, but to tell the next kid like me that you have hope too. At one point in my life, I didn’t believe that the next day would bring a better day. I thought that life was just a meandering path of pain and sadness. Those dark days, the early days at VCU, was the scariest time of my life. But through the grace of god, my family, professors, and VCU’s University Counseling Services department, I was able to get the help I needed, not only from an educational standpoint but from a spiritual and metal health standpoint.

The byproduct of that struggle is this…

Oh how sweet it is!

Glory be to god. Glory be to my family and friends. Glory be to Georgetown University.

My last words of advice to those who were like me, people that struggle to see that tomorrow will bring a better day. Remember to never give up. Remember to always love and appreciate those who stayed with you during your dark days. And always remember to love yourself.

Thank you and I love you all,

Taylor Whitelow

PS- The Voir Dire Project is back.