melissa rivera
My earliest memory of feeling powerful was in the 9th grade, when I organized my classmates for a school talent show, and we won. I remember the excitement of bringing everyone together, coming up with ideas, rehearsing, and seeing our hard work pay off on stage. It was the first time I realized that I could inspire and lead people toward a shared vision. Read more >>>
Michelle MaliZaki
I think my first real moment of feeling powerful was in the first grade in Japan. I had memorized a poem and recited it in front of my class — and I killed it! Everyone listened, laughed, and clapped, and I remember thinking, “Wow… words can move people.” That moment planted a seed. Read more >>>
Margie Woods
It actually wasn’t until I was 48 when I sailed across the Pacific Ocean alone on my 34-foot sailboat. That experience almost ten years ago shifted everything for me. Out there, with no one to perform for or please, I found my own center and sense of power for the first time. Read more >>>
Felix Galvan
The moment I learned. how to draw the characters from my favorite cartoon. Learning how to drawing ninja turtles was the most fun I had as a kid with my mom. Once I learned that, I felt like I could learn to draw any cartoon. Read more >>>
Aditya Patwardhan
I think my earliest memory of feeling powerful was not about winning something or standing on a stage, it was about understanding something. When I figured out how an instrument worked, or when a piano piece I was practicing finally clicked, or even when a bit of science or social dynamics suddenly made sense, it felt empowering. Read more >>>
Mike Wicks
The word powerful has a different meaning to me. I would more equate it with something like influential or impactful. There is one memory that comes to my mind a lot. In my late teenage years I was a camp counselor at a waterskiing/Sailing camp. Read more >>>
Isaac Rubio
My earliest memory of feeling powerful was when I discovered, very early in my childhood, that with a simple pencil I could design and create infinite worlds with my imagination. As a poor child growing up in Baranoa, a small town in Colombia, I would often retreat into these imaginary worlds to escape the harsh realities surrounding me. Read more >>>
Alice FitzGerald
My childhood home in Sydney, Australia was filled with music. Both my parents loved music and my father, a Television Producer, even created what’s become the longest running music program on Australian T.V, This early exposure turned my bedroom into a stage and the mirror, my audience. Read more >>>
Coco Columbia
This is an interesting question for me, because for most of my life I actually felt powerless. That shifted during the pandemic, when I set out to teach myself music production. I had been writing and releasing music for years, but I always relied on other producers or engineers to help me finish my songs. Read more >>>
Diva Dionne Character
My earliest memory of feeling powerful was in the 6th grade. I decided that I would play my uncle’s old trumpet and showed up for band class. I was ridiculed by the boys, who could not believe a girl was trying to play a brass instrument. This powerful decision lead to my mastering French-horn and various other brass instruments. Read more >>>
