As I look back on my life, I am reminded of the two occasions where fate seemed to have other plans for me. The first instance was when, in my high school days, I was involved in a catastrophic accident while driving my father's prized Corvette. Miraculously, I managed to escape with my life, a close call that left an indelible mark on my psyche.
Another close shave occurred when a individual attempted to bribe me for the return of my stolen iPhone. In a daring move, I concocted a plan to outsmart him, which involved a thrilling high-speed chase and, allegedly, some shots fired. This harrowing experience left me shaken, but ultimately, I emerged victorious.
In addition to my professional pursuits, I have made it a point to engage in various extracurricular activities that bring joy and excitement to my life. One such endeavor is organizing hospital visits with local Star Wars costuming groups, where we bring a touch of magic to children with traumatic or terminal illnesses by allowing them to meet their heroes.
On a more personal note, I have had the privilege of wearing a Vader mask and, yes, I have shed tears while donning this iconic attire. This unusual experience has left an indelible mark on my heart, serving as a poignant reminder of the transformative power of costuming and the importance of spreading joy to those who need it most.
