A few weeks ago, a friend of mine shared an experience that really got me thinking and evaluating my life. He was driving home from work and was stopped at a traffic light waiting to turn left. As his eyes drifted around, he saw in his rearview mirror, a large truck barrelling towards a sedan that was also stopped at an adjacent light. The truck driver did not appear to realize the vehicle was stationary and had to maneuver precariously at the last minute to avoid rear-ending the car.

My friend looked around frantically to see whether the truck driver had been suffering some kind of emergency and then turned to see if the driver of the sedan was alright. Everyone appeared to be alright. But something else caught his eye that explained exactly what had happened. The driver of the sedan was looking down at his cell phone. The light in front of him had turned green without him noticing. The truck driver saw a green light from afar and assumed the sedan was going to move. What was more shocking was the fact that the driver of the sedan had no idea what had just happened and how close he had been to the brink of disaster. He finally raised his head up and took off on his merry way.

About 7 years ago, a nationally syndicated radio personality made a public request for volunteers to help build a website for a charity he intended to launch. An email address was provided to enable those interested to contact the show. As a budding web developer and a fan of the show, I immediately sent an email to register my interest. A few days later, I was invited to a conference call scheduled to discuss the needs and requirements of the website.

I was extremely excited that I had been chosen and without thinking too much, I began to mock up what the charity website could look like. I did not have any information about the specifications of the site, but I felt compelled to build something nonetheless, so I could more easily communicate my ideas about how the task could be accomplished.

How one solitary follicle of grey hair changed my life

My name is Alma Ohene-Opare. On Saturday, February 16, I will turn 35. So, technically, I am a millennial, albeit on the fringes of that classification. In a world where 26-year olds expect to remain on their parent’s insurance, 35 is still quite young, with the whole world still ahead of me, apparently. So, it is not surprising to me that millennials have earned, in many cases deservedly, the derision of society, and appear to have either embraced or succumbed to the increasingly popular pejorative, “snowflakes”. But for starters, I am not a snowflake. I went to boarding school at 13, graduated high school at 16 and have worked my butt off ever since. At 35, I have been married for 13 years and currently in the process of raising 4 beautiful kids. I have a loving wife, a great job, a beautiful home, wonderful career prospects and all the necessities of life. In fact, you could say, I am living the American dream. As an immigrant who came here in 2003 with barely anything, that nomenclature has a wonderful ring to it.