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Born in Houston, Texas but raised abroad, I have been blessed with the opportunity to learn and grow in cultures that some may never experience. At the age of three, my family and I moved to London, England, where we would reside for the following five years. From the historic Stonehenge to austere cliffs of Dover, I quickly learned to appreciate the beautiful world around me. In the middle of third grade, my family and I packed our bags and flew down under to the wonderful world of Perth, Western Australian. During the four years of being an adopted Aussie, I learned to welcome the uniqueness in every individual I met, from the beaches, to the outback. The final stop in our life abroad came in middle school, when we journeyed to Buenos Aires, Argentina. During the brief year and a half we were there, I learned to value the cultures that surrounded me, as well as my own heritage. Having made our way back to the “home base” of Houston, Texas, I’ll always remember my experiences of life abroad and how it has made me into the person I am today. Through my time at The University of Texas as a Sport Management major, I have been able to make many more irreplaceable memories, and I look forward to the next chapter that this life has in store for me.

Five Fast Facts
I love bacon and will order a meal just because there is bacon in it.
I bleed burnt orange and believe there are few sweeter sounds than the yell of "Texas Fight".
I am a passionate Philadelphia Eagles fan and believe football Sundays are sacred.
I have a five year old's mentality about exercise: I would rather run as fast as I can until my legs collapse rather than going for a long jog.
I am happiest when I am outside in the beautiful Texas sun with my family and friends.

Why I Ride

When most people think of riding 4,500 miles across two nations on a bike, the images of pain, discomfort and exhaustion ensue. However, when most people think of this bike ride in comparison to having cancer, the availability of negative descriptions seems to disappear. Throughout our nation and our world, countless people are plagued by this ferocious disease, which in turn affects countless more. Luckily, this is a battle that can, and must, be won. However, we cannot leave this battle to be fought within labs and hospitals. This isn’t a battle that can only be fought after the opponent has already made its first devastating strike. We must make the first strike. We must attack cancer through spreading hope, awareness and support. We do not need to wait to join the fight after we, or someone we personally know has been diagnosed with cancer. This is not a “members only” fight, but a fight that must begin with combined efforts of all people. I believe that whether it is through direct research in laboratories or raising awareness through a 4,500-mile bike ride, we can win this battle against cancer. Once and for all.

I will ride for one of the most incredible men I knew; my grandfather, Robert J. Williamson.