Do You Have The Courage To Be Multicultural?

Here’s a reason to get out of your comfort zone.

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It started on December 31, 2007, as I was attending my girlfriend’s Colombian family New Years party.

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I grew up a white male athlete of privilege.

My parents busted their ass day and night to build a company that created the life we had. I knew my blessings stemmed from their hard work.

Even as a kid, there wasn’t a day I took this for granted.

I knew my mom shit in outhouses as a child.

She grew up with nothing! Her family was impoverished, with a single parent mom.

After watching her as a child, my respect for strong women built over the years, and now, my company is made up of mostly women.

It’s humorous to see how life takes its paths.

As a white teenage male in America, I had something inside of me where I didn’t view people based on the color of their skin, gender, or beliefs.

I was drawn to people who were kind, friendly, and funny. My best friend is Colombian.