@KeepinUpWith_Dash, for @LiveOnNewYork, Organ Donation in New York (Download her app, @A.HeartOfGold) – “A few months ago in a chilly New York night, I was driving around the city, particularly in SoHo, with my friends. It was after midnight and we were talking about moving out of New York. As I was looking outside the car window listening to this hard to grasp conversation, I was thinking about how New York has surrounded me with really good people and how much opportunity there is for me. I’ve lived here all 29 years of my life and I still strongly believe this.
I mean, I worked for P. Diddy during my senior year of college as a finance intern (handling all his personal finances from studio, clothing, personal life stuff), which was one of the most exciting things I have ever done. I visited Kentucky once and it was cold, so snowy and so boring. It’s not like I had nothing to do, I just wanted to get home. I was wearing a little leather jacket and I wasn’t dressed right for the weather out there you can say that. I would have rather stood in a cold and snowy New York. One of the most exciting things I saw in Kentucky was seeing the KCF Colonel statue and he’s holding a bucket of chicken with one hand while holding a piece of chicken in the other hand and pretending to eat it. As I was staring at this statue, I said to myself, “Yo, take me back to New York.” Dashia has lived almost her entire life as if heart failure was only a secondary discussion in relation to who she is as a person. It has never defined her, and she certainly works to make sure it doesn’t slow her down to the best of her ability. It is this kind of character that has allowed Dashia to live an accomplished and mostly normal life looking in from the outside: a Bachelor’s Degree in Accounting from Monroe College, an accounting career with prestigious companies that include Merrill Lynch and Sean ‘Puff Daddy’ Combs, and time practicing real estate in NYC. Today is Organ Donor Enrollment Day. Make the important decision to register to help save lives and bring hope to the nearly 10,000 New Yorkers like Dashia waiting for a lifesaving transplant. Sign up today: LongLiveNY.org.
@NYClarity – “I was sitting in a Starbucks with my cousin. As we were sitting there I began to look around. There was this one particular beautiful couple that really opened my eyes; a young man and woman obviously together, were sitting there with their heads down ignoring each others company. A few times the woman tried to engage in conversation with him, but he just nodded off and paid no attention. When I snapped the picture of them with my camera of that exact moment in time I realized how short our lives really were on this earth. We really can miss out on someone or something amazing that can change our lives, especially here in New York City, the greatest city in the world filled with so many new people you can meet each and every day. I found that after seeing that couple not grasping their own moment, it was a realization to me that living in New York City is a privilege and I want to give that chance to myself and just enjoy it all.”
National Radio Personality, @ItsTreyMorgan of @Fresh1027NY (for celeb/music news, contests + up close artist experiences) – “There was this woman in her early thirties dressed as you would expect. Her outfit was smart, hair finely manicured and her shoes completed the look perfectly. As I walked down the sidewalk getting closer and closer, I noticed that something was wrong. I appeared to be the only one to notice. It was as if she wasn’t even there as busy New Yorkers swept by texting with one hand and a coffee in the other. I noticed though. I noticed a woman in pain, weeping with her iPhone pressed against her ear. I mean really fucking weeping. Something terrible had happened. I didn’t know then and I don’t know now. As she stood there broken, out in the open for the world to see, she was alone. Maybe I wasn’t jaded enough at that point to not notice. Don’t get me wrong; I didn’t stare or gawk, I just noticed. My heart broke for her as I wondered what tragedy just befell her. What could have happened? What monster could do this to her? As I walked past, I thought about the bigger picture. Anywhere else, she would have hurried to a “safe” place to hide her anguish or surely someone would stop to help in her time of need. Neither happened. She stood there, weeping into her phone.
That’s when I discovered that New York City is itself a dichotomy. It is as cold as it is warm, as cruel as it is kind and in this instance, it can be as desolate as it is populated. It’s the only place in the world where it’s possible to be right next to another person on a busy sidewalk but still standing there in complete solitude. Much like the dichotomy that New York City is, that feeling can be as lonely as it is inclusive. Once you learn that, New York City starts to become the city you decide to make it. You learn to mold this scary jungle of steel, glass and cement into a home because New York City is as much yours as it is everyone’s.”
@BredNewYork – “There comes a time in everyone’s life where something becomes clear and makes so much sense that you think to yourself “why did it take me this long to figure out?” It was December 28, 2014. I was going through a rough patch in my life after a break-up. Friends of mine had decided to get a crew together and go grab a bite. We went to The Happiest Hour on W 10th street in the West Village. Throughout dinner we were sort of reminiscing about the past, talking about how long it’s been since we’d known each other and all the things we’ve seen happen together. As the new year was approaching, I felt it was time for a change, like a real change and not just some bs resolution. What sort of change? I didn’t know, but I wanted to do something with meaning and something I could focus on and enjoy in terms of life fulfillment. As we decided to head out and head elsewhere, we asked for the bill. I happened to have cash on me that night, which was uncommon. Everyone else used a card. When the waitress brought me back change, there was a crisp $2 bill on top. In that moment, my thought process went into an almost algebraic equation that seemed to solve itself. Cash –> bread –> born and bred — BRED New York. I got to work on a logo that night.
I love New York City because its powers are infinite, surrounded by this aura and mystique that you can’t seem to find elsewhere. It’s a central hub to people around the world that appreciate everything there is to offer. Even if you travel, It’s like “oh, you’re from New York?!” No one ever says, “oh wow, Wisconsin”. Fact is, once you’ve made it here, you can make it anywhere — cliche? Yes. In essence, once you’ve made your mark here, you’ve been BRED New York.”