I know this sounds far fetched and something straight out of an anime, but I raced my brother (who I hate) the other night and I can only assume he was trying to get me killed or injured or my car totaled
"Why do you play worse the closer you get to the finish line?" the Zen master asked. I thought for a moment and replied, "because I'm afraid to lose." The Zen master smiled. "Are you sure you're not afraid to win?"
No im not a millionare. Im not a super model. Hell, im not even employed. But what i am is a first generation desi latina and i am alive. That matters.