Have you ever wondered how your life would have turned out if you had dropped out of school your freshman year of high school? Well today’s recipient Kylie knows the answer to that question first-hand. She did it.
Kylie in front of the fountain at Dupont Circle (Photo: Reed)
Kylie, who turned 21 on Friday, decided half way through her freshman year of high school that she didn’t want to go any more. Probably we have all thought about dropping out, but she actually did it. Then she visited three or four other schools to see if she liked them any more, but didn’t find what she was looking for. She tried home schooling for a while, but that didn’t work out either. So what did she do? She says she ended up hanging out with some friends that were freshmen at a Delaware college. They too were not going to class much either. She “experimented with lots of things” she said and wound up finding herself. She discovered that she really liked to write.
Today, she is taking classes at American University and hopes to open creative writing centers in youth correctional facilities. She has already started the process but has a way to go to launch her first center.
I asked Kylie to describe herself and she said, “I am empathetic to a fault. I’m maybe a little lost…but definitely passionate.” I felt her passion when we spoke about our mothers. “I love her more than anything,” she said about her mother. She asked about my mother and I shared with her what a wonderful person my mother was. She started to cry. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost my mom” she said fighting away a tear.
Photo: Reed
I was interested in Kylie’s tattoos. She has seven “professional” tattoos and one “prison” tattoo. I call it a “prison” tattoo because it was one that a friend did with a BIC pen. Ouch! That one didn’t look so good either. On her right arm she has a large tattoo that says “Love Killer.” It hurts me just to look at it as I imagine the tattoo needle hammering into the veins that ran along her forearm. She got this tattoo because of an ex-boyfriend she had. She shared with me the details of a couple of past relationships. “Who was the Love Killer,” I asked. “Maybe I was” she answered.
Something she said about two former boyfriends stayed with me. “The one guy I loved, but I never told him that I loved him. The other one I never loved, but I told him that I did.” Ironic isn’t it. “I sometimes regret not telling him that I loved him.” I asked her if she thought that things would have ended up different if she had told him that she loved him and she shook her head to tell me “no.” “In that case” I said, “it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
Kylie told me that she was going to give the $10 to somebody else. As for ways that you can help Kylie, she said she would give that some thought and see if she came up with something.
Photo: Reed
We were heading in the same direction, so we walked through Dupont Circle and headed toward the Metro entrance. On the way over we passed a woman sitting on a crate panhandling. Kylie pulled the $10 out of her pocket and dropped it in the woman’s bucket and kept on walking. “I had to get rid of it! I didn’t want to be tempted to spend it.” I sneaked a peak back at the woman…her face was pleasantly shocked.
Happy 21st birthday Kylie!
By the way, check out what Start from Day 126 did with the $10 I gave him…he posted his experience today on his website!
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