I was in Jamaica and my friend and I bought mangoes from a Rasta. We went down to the beach to eat them but I saved some for the next morning. Unfortunately I forgot to put them in the fridge and they sat out over night. Dumb me didn’t realize at the time and I ate them for breakfast. Everything was fine up until this point but thing was I was flying back home in a few hours. Right before I got on my first flight it hit me. I managed to be calm and hold it but it was rough. Landing back in the states and waiting to go through customs was awful and once I got through I let it all free. I was in so much pain and discomfort waiting for the next flight and once we got on there were plane troubles and we had to get off and walk across the airport to our new gate. I had to use the bathroom every 20 minutes between this, had bad cramps and nausea. Luckily I was able to sleep through my next flight because I was so exhausted after all that. I’ve had some bugs before but this was the worse. All from my favorite fruit too.

In middle school I was bullied for being jewish by pretty much everyone. One day in the cafeteria the PE teacher we had at the time caught word of this and called me over to have a private conversation to tell me that what the other kids were doing wasn’t right and gave me some background on himself. It did make me feel better and after that moment the bullying didn’t affect me. A few years later he sadly passed away from heart complications, I’ll never forget the talk we had and that he had my back.