Calosha Gomes

I cycled through all my clothes in my closet, and on the last grey sweater, they told me to leave, and I smiled as I stepped outside. Not because they let me go, but because I found my dream and my passion shining even after ten years away from business.

I heard her tell me to leave when I first walked in, and I felt the tears in my eyes and couldn’t shake the feeling of how rude and out of line that was. My voice dropped a whole octave just to respond to her with the name that I looked up to.

My voice dropped again when I was told I had no empathy, that I was selfish, and that I should have come and said “Hi” to people that were so unwelcoming.

I’ll die for a stranger. I have stayed up 24 hours to track temperatures so no one dies of anaphylactic shock. I am anything but.