About Sarah could have been my life story in one sitting. I thought, "Wouldn't it be more interesting to give actual small stories or insights about myself?" So, that's what I'm going to write here and change stories every so often. If you have any specific questions or topics you would like to hear about, please email me. Enjoy!

bone breaking.
As a 7th grader, I was quite small, but I was still tough! Every year our youth group had a winter retreat in New Hampshire with the regional district of our church. That year, they did a youth leader scavenger hunt...meaning, we had to find the youth workers and leaders around the retreat center and outside. We had 4 big teams among about 250 junior highers. We split up into partners and my partner went straight for the tubing snow hill. It just so happened that our youth pastor, Joe, was worth the most points if you found him. You had to find the youth leader, then actually tag them to get the points for your team. Up on the hill, we spotted Joe in the dark. Two 7th grade girls start chasing a tall youth pastor over this tubing hill. It's dark and so we can basically see the outlines of each other and the hill. The next thing I know I am getting really close to Joe....all in one fell swoop, he hits a drop off in the ground and lunges forward, falling face forward. I'm so excited to be so close to getting all these points and I have to make sure that I tag Joe! While he's falling, I jump up and tackle him...making sure I tag him. His body slams into the ground with my weight on top of him. Within seconds, Joe is standing up, holding his arm, and beginning to walk down the hill. He has lost his glasses and his arm had broken in the fall.

 Of course, I can't live it down. Forever, Joe's arm will swell and ache with the weather and it's all because a little 7th grader tackled him to get some points. But, hey!!! Our team won!!!

creativity.
There are several things I like to do to clear my mind and get down and creative. When I was six, I started taking piano lessons. One day, I was finally learning how to play chords and get this: I thought that the fingers not playing a key couldn't touch a key. So, I'm sitting there on the piano bench so frustrated that I can't hold my fingers high enough to get them off the keys. Still sitting there I ask my mom, "Why do I have to take piano lessons? Who's making me take them?!" My mom says, "I am. And you have you take them for at least 2 years. Then, you can do what you want." Somehow I got through that and figured out that it was ok for those fingers to rest on the keys...and I continued taking piano lessons for 10 years.

My other hidden talent (well, I'm not particularly talented at playing piano, but I really enjoy it...with no audience!) is making beaded jewelry. In grade school, a friend and I were actually going to start a craft company. We had dreams... The business didn't pan out, but I kept up my crafts, picked up making jewelry along the way, and have continued to this day. You can't pull me out of a bead store without giving me at least an hour in there.

the best medicine.
When I moved to DC, it only took a few months before my supervisor called me the Queen of Laughing. It might be unbelieveable, but I had no idea that I laughed so much until he pointed it out. At least, it seemed, that I laugh more than the average person. That's when I discovered that I inherited it from my mom, who actually is the Queen. We both visualize everything people say! So the most ridiculous or impossible things become possible in our minds, and boy, is it funny!!!