I have no brilliant excuse as to why I haven’t posted since June. This is my most personal story, and sharing is hard I guess. That’s probably why I’ve spent the last 30 minutes staring at the computer screen.
I’m sitting in College Library, the same library I cried in twice last school year. Those were tears of happiness. Looking back, it’s hard for me to not cry again. This campaign has been an adventure. Throughout the six months I spent fundraising, I had both moments of unexplainable happiness and utter devastation.
I remember laying in my dorm room bed last February. I was deeply, deeply afraid of failing, and I didn’t know what was going to happen.
I was in Africa at the end of the first month my project competed in the Pepsi Refresh Project, and for the last two weeks, I was cut off from marketing. When I finished just outside the top ten, I was broken. I don’t accept failure . I remember shaking with tears.
As upset as I was, there were 832 times that I was that much happier. There were the hugs from friends, the texts of support, and the really big donations. And then there was the time I broke $10,000. Then $20,000.
I remember being on stage at Arrowhead’s Girls’ Soccer banquet. That was the biggest check I’ve ever accepted. Literally.
I remember the applause after sharing my story in lecture halls. I remember turning around and seeing every laptop screen logged onto the Pepsi’s website. I remember being chased out of 400 person class that I was never enrolled in, but not before explaining how to vote.
I remember finally finishing in the top ten of the Pepsi Refresh Project. My brother and I jumped in a lake in celebration.
The final tally was just over $21,000. Inarguably, the world rocks.
People ask how I did it. I did it with very little sleep and a whole lot of help. It was my mom, my dad, my brothers, my teammates, my coworkers, my coaches, and my friends. I’m blessed in that I’m able to surround myself with an amazing group of people. It was them.
Fundraising and riding bikes is merely how I manage.
Thank you so much. Thank you to everyone that supported me. I did not do this alone, and I couldn’t have done this alone.
Now the question that everyone asks. What’s next? I don’t know, but I’ve never been good at stepping back. Watch out Chuck (:
Thank you,
BECKY