Despite my loving relationship with my mother and two younger brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with an indifferent shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely when I arrived home. I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, respect, and learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. As the eldest of three siblings, my mother expected me to become a pillar in our family—a role that frightened me, as I did not want to let her and my younger brothers down. Mr. Small was with me every step of the way. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I had the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. My decisions should be carefully pondered and not based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and mentor to others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my brothers as they navigated through their high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership and sacrifice that Mr. Small had taught me. I want to study Cybersecurity and Data Analytics so that I can save and transform lives in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.

Despite my loving relationship with my mother and two younger brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My father abandoned my family and returned to Nigeria when I was five years old. That summer, my family moved from California to North Carolina, a transition filled with excitement and shrouded with anxiety. As a shy introvert, I found it difficult to make new friends. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with an indifferent shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely when I arrived home. I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, respect, and learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. Together, we ventured into the forest, admiring the magnificent pine trees until we arrived at a shimmering pond, where turtles lounged leisurely. Mr. Small picked one up and let me hold it. Fascinated, I observed the ridges of its shell. He taught me how to canoe and swim. After a laughter-filled session in the pond, we started a fire together as the night fell. Our camping trip started a relationship that blossomed not over grand and exciting plans, but mundane everyday living. Mr. Small taught me essential life skills like changing car oil and cutting grass—skills a father would teach his growing son. Even when I made mistakes, he never lost his patience, simply encouraging me to try again. From him, I witnessed firsthand the power of respect, kindness, and service. As the eldest of three siblings, my mother expected me to become a pillar in our family—a role that frightened me, as I did not want to let her and my younger brothers down. Mr. Small was with me every step of the way. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I had the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. My decisions should be carefully pondered and not based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and mentor to others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my brothers as they navigated through their high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership and sacrifice that Mr. Small had taught me. I never knew the true significance of Mr. Small’s wisdom until he passed away in 2021. To this day, I still lean on every lesson he taught me to overcome this monumental loss while striving toward my academic and professional goals. I want to study Cybersecurity and Data Analytics so that I can save and transform lives in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.

Despite my loving relationship with my mother and two younger brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My father abandoned my family and returned to Nigeria when I was five years old. That summer, my family moved from California to North Carolina, a transition filled with excitement and shrouded with anxiety. As a shy introvert, I found it difficult to make new friends. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with an indifferent shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely when I arrived home. I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, respect, and learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. Together, we ventured into the forest, admiring the magnificent pine trees until we arrived at a shimmering pond, where turtles lounged leisurely. Mr. Small picked one up and let me hold it. Fascinated, I observed the ridges of its shell. He taught me how to canoe and swim. After a laughter-filled session in the pond, we started a fire together as the night fell. Our camping trip started a relationship that blossomed not over grand and exciting plans, but mundane everyday living. Mr. Small taught me essential life skills like changing car oil and cutting grass—skills a father would teach his growing son. Even when I made mistakes, he never lost his patience, simply encouraging me to try again. From him, I witnessed firsthand the power of respect, kindness, and service. As the eldest of three siblings, my mother expected me to become a pillar in our family—a role that frightened me, as I did not want to let her and my younger brothers down. Mr. Small was with me every step of the way. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I had the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. My decisions should be carefully pondered and not based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and mentor to others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my brothers as they navigated through their high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership and sacrifice that Mr. Small had taught me. I never knew the true significance of Mr. Small’s wisdom until he passed away in 2021. To this day, I still lean on every lesson he taught me to overcome this monumental loss while striving toward my academic and professional goals. I want to study Cybersecurity and Data Analytics so that I can save and transform lives in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.

Despite my loving relationship with my mother and two younger brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My father abandoned my family and returned to Nigeria when I was five years old. That summer, my family moved from California to North Carolina, a transition filled with excitement and shrouded with anxiety. As a shy introvert, I found it difficult to make new friends. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with an indifferent shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely when I arrived home. I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, respect, and learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. Together, we ventured into the forest, admiring the magnificent pine trees until we arrived at a shimmering pond, where turtles lounged leisurely. Mr. Small picked one up and let me hold it. Fascinated, I observed the ridges of its shell. He taught me how to canoe and swim. After a laughter-filled session in the pond, we started a fire together as the night fell. Our camping trip started a relationship that blossomed not over grand and exciting plans, but mundane everyday living. Mr. Small taught me essential life skills like changing car oil and cutting grass—skills a father would teach his growing son. Even when I made mistakes, he never lost his patience, simply encouraging me to try again. From him, I witnessed firsthand the power of respect, kindness, and service. As the eldest of three siblings, my mother expected me to become a pillar in our family—a role that frightened me, as I did not want to let her and my younger brothers down. Mr. Small was with me every step of the way. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I had the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. My decisions should be carefully pondered and not based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and mentor to others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my brothers as they navigated through their high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership and sacrifice that Mr. Small had taught me. I never knew the true significance of Mr. Small’s wisdom until he passed away in 2021. To this day, I still lean on every lesson he taught me to overcome this monumental loss while striving toward my academic and professional goals. I want to study Cybersecurity and Data Analytics so that I can save and transform lives in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.

Despite my loving relationship with my mother and two younger brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My father abandoned my family and returned to Nigeria when I was five years old. That summer, my family moved from California to North Carolina, a transition filled with excitement and shrouded with anxiety. As a shy introvert, I found it difficult to make new friends. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with an indifferent shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely when I arrived home. I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, respect, and learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. Together, we ventured into the forest, admiring the magnificent pine trees until we arrived at a shimmering pond, where turtles lounged leisurely. Mr. Small picked one up and let me hold it. Fascinated, I observed the ridges of its shell. He taught me how to canoe and swim. After a laughter-filled session in the pond, we started a fire together as the night fell. Our camping trip started a relationship that blossomed not over grand and exciting plans, but mundane everyday living. Mr. Small taught me essential life skills like changing car oil and cutting grass—skills a father would teach his growing son. Even when I made mistakes, he never lost his patience, simply encouraging me to try again. From him, I witnessed firsthand the power of respect, kindness, and service. As the eldest of three siblings, my mother expected me to become a pillar in our family—a role that frightened me, as I did not want to let her and my younger brothers down. Mr. Small was with me every step of the way. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I had the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. My decisions should be carefully pondered and not based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and mentor to others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my brothers as they navigated through their high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership and sacrifice that Mr. Small had taught me. I never knew the true significance of Mr. Small’s wisdom until he passed away in 2021. To this day, I still lean on every lesson he taught me to overcome this monumental loss while striving toward my academic and professional goals. I want to study Cybersecurity and Data Analytics so that I can save and transform lives in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.

Despite my loving relationship with my mother and two younger brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My father abandoned my family and returned to Nigeria when I was five years old. That summer, my family moved from California to North Carolina, a transition filled with excitement and shrouded with anxiety. As a shy introvert, I found it difficult to make new friends. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with an indifferent shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely when I arrived home. I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, respect, and learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. Together, we ventured into the forest, admiring the magnificent pine trees until we arrived at a shimmering pond, where turtles lounged leisurely. Mr. Small picked one up and let me hold it. Fascinated, I observed the ridges of its shell. He taught me how to canoe and swim. After a laughter-filled session in the pond, we started a fire together as the night fell. Our camping trip started a relationship that blossomed not over grand and exciting plans, but mundane everyday living. Mr. Small taught me essential life skills like changing car oil and cutting grass—skills a father would teach his growing son. Even when I made mistakes, he never lost his patience, simply encouraging me to try again. From him, I witnessed firsthand the power of respect, kindness, and service. As the eldest of three siblings, my mother expected me to become a pillar in our family—a role that frightened me, as I did not want to let her and my younger brothers down. Mr. Small was with me every step of the way. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I had the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. My decisions should be carefully pondered and not based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and mentor to others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my brothers as they navigated through their high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership and sacrifice that Mr. Small had taught me. I never knew the true significance of Mr. Small’s wisdom until he passed away in 2021. To this day, I still lean on every lesson he taught me to overcome this monumental loss while striving toward my academic and professional goals. I want to study Cybersecurity and Data Analytics so that I can save and transform lives in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.

Despite my loving relationship with my mother and two younger brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My father abandoned my family and returned to Nigeria when I was five years old. That summer, my family moved from California to North Carolina, a transition filled with excitement and shrouded with anxiety. As a shy introvert, I found it difficult to make new friends. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with an indifferent shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely when I arrived home. I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, respect, and learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. Together, we ventured into the forest, admiring the magnificent pine trees until we arrived at a shimmering pond, where turtles lounged leisurely. Mr. Small picked one up and let me hold it. Fascinated, I observed the ridges of its shell. He taught me how to canoe and swim. After a laughter-filled session in the pond, we started a fire together as the night fell. Our camping trip started a relationship that blossomed not over grand and exciting plans, but mundane everyday living. Mr. Small taught me essential life skills like changing car oil and cutting grass—skills a father would teach his growing son. Even when I made mistakes, he never lost his patience, simply encouraging me to try again. From him, I witnessed firsthand the power of respect, kindness, and service. As the eldest of three siblings, my mother expected me to become a pillar in our family—a role that frightened me, as I did not want to let her and my younger brothers down. Mr. Small was with me every step of the way. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I had the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. My decisions should be carefully pondered and not based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and mentor to others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my brothers as they navigated through their high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership and sacrifice that Mr. Small had taught me. I never knew the true significance of Mr. Small’s wisdom until he passed away in 2021. To this day, I still lean on every lesson he taught me to overcome this monumental loss while striving toward my academic and professional goals. I want to study Cybersecurity and Data Analytics so that I can save and transform lives in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.

Despite my loving relationship with my mother and two younger brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My father abandoned my family and returned to Nigeria when I was five years old. That summer, my family moved from California to North Carolina, a transition filled with excitement and shrouded with anxiety. As a shy introvert, I found it difficult to make new friends. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with an indifferent shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely when I arrived home. I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, respect, and learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. Together, we ventured into the forest, admiring the magnificent pine trees until we arrived at a shimmering pond, where turtles lounged leisurely. Mr. Small picked one up and let me hold it. Fascinated, I observed the ridges of its shell. He taught me how to canoe and swim. After a laughter-filled session in the pond, we started a fire together as the night fell. Our camping trip started a relationship that blossomed not over grand and exciting plans, but mundane everyday living. Mr. Small taught me essential life skills like changing car oil and cutting grass—skills a father would teach his growing son. Even when I made mistakes, he never lost his patience, simply encouraging me to try again. From him, I witnessed firsthand the power of respect, kindness, and service. As the eldest of three siblings, my mother expected me to become a pillar in our family—a role that frightened me, as I did not want to let her and my younger brothers down. Mr. Small was with me every step of the way. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I had the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. My decisions should be carefully pondered and not based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and mentor to others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my brothers as they navigated through their high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership and sacrifice that Mr. Small had taught me. I never knew the true significance of Mr. Small’s wisdom until he passed away in 2021. To this day, I still lean on every lesson he taught me to overcome this monumental loss while striving toward my academic and professional goals. I want to study Cybersecurity and Data Analytics so that I can save and transform lives in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” - because Mr. Small was all three to me. He - an elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of unconditional love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me next. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity. That is what I define success.

Among my most prized possessions is a duo of yellow cards. On each card was a table; categories including date, income, bills, tithe, savings, charity, help, and the future had a separate column, while numbers were scribbled hastily into every row. The paper is worn and the tables will eventually fade away, but I will cherish them for as long as I exist. They were the "MoneyCards" I received from Mr. Small, the most influential person in my life. It took me several years to distinguish the words “Dad”, “Grandpa”, and “mentor” because Mr. Small was all three to me. A elderly gentleman, tall and lean with wispy white hair - strode into my life after my biological father stormed out of it when I was just three years old. My mother was stretched thin caring for three boys on her own. Still a young child, I struggled to process the disappointment, the anger, and the sadness of losing my hero. Until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small’s offer to help my brother and me with our Bible studies was the turning point in my life. Having witnessed first-hand our family’s predicament, he selflessly filled the void left by my biological father. As time passed, Mr. Small became what he should have been to me - and more. He attended my recitals, awards ceremonies, and games. He taught me essential life skills, such as how to mow a lawn and change car oil. We went on weekend adventures in nature. My friends and I would gather to discuss our weekend every Monday morning, and Mr. Small was the topic of the conversation I was in. Moreover, he was invested in my academic performance and always encouraged me to realize my full potential by working harder. Work was important to Mr. Small. He saw it as how we could contribute our talents to our world. Therefore, he made it a priority to instill in my brothers and me the value of hard work. Inspired by him, I began working at fourteen and a half years old on the local Chick-fil-A back-of-house team. I cleaned the yard and gutter for the elderly for nothing in return while studying full-time and leading extracurricular groups. Earning an income allowed me to lessen my mother’s financial burden, which made our home a better place for all of us. Work did not always come easy or naturally to me. Juggling school, extracurriculars, and employment meant that I was constantly overwhelmed and under-rested. I was exhausted most of my waking hours. My grades suffered at times. My biggest fear was disappointing Mr. Small, but he never wielded my mistakes and flaws against me. Instead, he motivated me to do better for myself and others. He reminded me of my strengths and challenged me to overcome my weaknesses. When I was recognized as an “efficient and reliable team member” at Chick-fil-A, Mr. Small was the first person I wanted to thank. He taught me wise stewardship of my resources - time, money, talent, and energy. He shaped me into a diligent worker who serves others selflessly and steps up to leadership roles. He showed me the power of love. He was a beacon of tenacity, compassion, empathy, kindness, and resilience, which I now strive to embody in every area of my life. Mr. Small is no longer with me today, but he lives on in my actions, thoughts, and values. Because of him, I am prepared to take on whatever life throws at me. I intend to use this scholarship to show leadership at Montreat College studying Cybersecurity.

I will never forgot the summer we moved from California to North Carolina. I was two years old, with my older and younger brother, excited to start school in a new area. Although I was entangled with the idea of moving to a new place, the transition was pretty smooth. My father abandoned our family and went back to Nigeria. I believe I am a people person and was able to make friends easily with people. The only tough issue was when kids would ask me questions about my single mom and my dad, whose image was slowly fading away. “What does your dad look like?”, the kids say to me as I try not to cry. “Oh, uh I don’t actually know.”, I say as the kids feel bad for asking. I had to explain myself several times throughout the years, which was hard, but I got the message across. Over the years, my answer didn’t change. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was someone who I will never ever forget. He was an older, tall man who loved God’s Word and people. He introduced himself and his wife Elaine to my family. My mom talked with them for hours every Sunday and eventually outside of church. We started meeting with him to do Bible studies together. We did that for multiple Sundays and was able to build a relationship through our studies. He started teaching my brothers and me how to change oil in a car or cut grass. He continued to teach and encourage us even when we had made mistakes along the way. We started doing projects around the house and to be frank, I did not feel like working in the hot sun most of the time. I would take a ton of breaks and get water or eat something. Mr. Small noticed that I was doing this and talked to me about discipline. At first in my little kid's brain, I thought he was angry with me, but he was just looking out for me and wanted me to understand. Mr. Small taught me a ton of skills that I had no idea even existed; most importantly, though, he showed me what fatherly love looks like. He taught me obedience, respect, and how to show people grace and kindness even when they did not deserve it. He showed me that life contains hard situations that are inevitable, things like problematic people, uncertainties at a job, or trying to get over the death of someone close to you. He made sure to let us know that we need to stay calm, composed, and not to make decisions that are based on our emotions. He said “Making the right decision can be hard, but it is essential as a child and especially as an adult.” The middle child tends to get hit harder than the oldest or the youngest. My mother has gotten on to me a ton for the things that I do. I am supposed to be the role model for my younger brother Timothy when Daniel is away at college. All the things that Mr. Small taught me helped me become the man that God wants me to be. He showed me what it is like to be a strong and responsible leader. I intend to use this scholarship to help me be able to show my leadership at Montreat College while I study Cybersecurity. Then I can truly help my mom and give back like she has done for my brothers and I.

Author Wrote, published, and sold two coding books (“Coding is Fun” and “Grandma and Grandpa, Can you code?” also translated to Spanish) focused on engaging children to explore technology and coding Speaker Gave a presentation titled “How to Grow the Tech Community at Home” to a Google Dev Fest audience of over 250 Google developers in the research triangle. Youth Group Served as Youth Council leadership that spearheaded retreats, missions trips, and Vacation Bible School Student Leadership Coordinated with teachers on events and shared information from students with school authorities for the smooth running of the school Books Donated copies of books to Daycares and doctor offices in Raleigh for kids to hear the word “code” and destigmatize code Raleigh Dream Center Prepared meals and food boxes for deserving families, and offered guidance to homeless communities that have suffered from drug/alcohol abuse. Detroit Service Learning Academy Spoke at Detroit Service Learning Academy in Michigan for NAAPID (National African American Parent Involvement Day) and shared with the students and parents about how we are pursuing our dreams against all odds. The school is currently using our books for a pilot program and we have committed to staying in contact with the school through this program. Primary Schools in Nigeria Partnered with three primary schools in Nigeria and created a computer curriculum that the “digital world we live in” as an introduction to learning technology Summer Coding Camp Spearheaded a virtual summer coding camp for kids Tech Community Currently working on an independent study on growing the tech community in the western world and developing countries. Developed a worksheet for the kids at Tender Heart Nursery Primary School in Lagos, Nigeria to teach kids how resilience, determination, focus, and grit ushers in a new dawn even in the midst of difficulty. Teamed up with a Computer Science teacher and developed a curriculum to introduce kids to technology. That curriculum is used in 20 primary schools in Nigeria. My financial circumstances as a I purse a higher education is going to be difficult. I have a single mom and she is taking care of 3 of us. My brother was able to get a full ride scholarship to Brown University. I am about to go to Montreat college and I am attempting to go for "free". My mom does ForEx trading and she has been doing all she can to get us ready for the next level. I hope to become a Data Scientist and give the money back to my mom and others in the community.

Despite my loving relationships with my mother and two brothers, there has always been a void in my family that would never be filled. My father abandoned my family and returned to Nigeria when I was just 2 years old. That very summer, my family moved from California to North Carolina, a transition that was filled with excitement and shrouded with anxiety. As an extrovert, I found it easy to make new friends. My apprehension was compounded by innocent questions from my classmates about my single mother and absent father. I could only respond with a shrug and hold back my tears, which fell freely as soon as I arrived home. For years, I never had a father figure—someone to look up to, to respect, to learn from. That was until I met Mr. Small. Mr. Small was a tall elderly man with wispy white hair and a voice deeper than anything I had ever heard. After a particular Church session, he approached me. He knew about my situation and offered to do Bible studies together. Later, he decided to take me camping. Setting out together, we ventured into the forest, admiring the magnificent pine trees along the way until we arrived at a shimmering pond, where turtles lounged leisurely. Mr. Small picked one up so that I could hold it. Fascinated, I observed the ridges of its shell. He then taught me how to canoe and swim. After a laughter-filled session in the pond, we started a fire together as the night slowly fell. Even when I made mistakes, he never lost his patience and simply encouraged me to try again. From him, I witnessed firsthand the power of respect, kindness, and service to others. He told me stories about his earlier life and reminded me that I have the power to overcome life’s twists and turns. The decisions I make should be carefully pondered and not made based on emotions. While difficult, Mr. Small ascertained that this could be mastered with practice and discipline. Because of Mr. Small, I found my purpose: to be a father figure, role model, and protector for my family and others. I wanted to give what he had given me to others who needed it. I started by supporting my younger brother as he navigated through his high school years. I also made my mother breakfast every morning so that she had extra time to rest. Dedicating time to my family on top of my studies was challenging, but it was also my only option. I wanted to live out the lessons on leadership, sacrifice, and protection that Mr. Small had taught me. I never knew the true significance of Mr. Small’s wisdom until he passed away in 2021. To this day, I continue to lean on every lesson he has taught me to overcome this monumental loss while striving toward my academic and professional goals. I want to study Cybersecurity to equip myself for a future career as an IT professional so that I can protect systems and fight off threats in my communities. The lessons of love, respect, responsibility, and service Mr. Small embodied will act as my North Star as I pave my way towards a fulfilling and impactful career in honor of and gratitude to him.