When I look at where I came from, the trailer-park I called home in the deep South, the rows of failing grades on my high school transcripts, the overwhelming smell of hand sanitizer through the lonely walk out of the ICU moments after losing my mother to a month-long battle against injuries sustained from a head-on collision car accident, and the subsequent trips to the courthouse for custody hearings, to where I am today, I struggle with feelings of imposter syndrome. I now know that I am not alone in that feeling. And now, thanks to my experience at the VGL Leadership Summit, I am convinced this is not just a coincidence that we are here. We are supposed to be here and it is nice to know I am not alone...