Not long ago, I was at Arlington National Cemetery to revisit the services for a family member. I try to visit as often as possible. As I walked through the cemetery, I felt a sense of calm; more than 400,000 people were resting there. Because my family members are resting there, I have a 24-hour access pass to enter at any time.
Their grave markers tell who they are, yet not what they did. No matter, in every case, these are the true Champions of our Nation. They share a space without the bounds of discord, only a lovely, peaceful home where each is honored. It’s a powerful place. It was my honor and privilege to be there with them; one of my prized possessions is my access pass.
I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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