From Pain to Passion
Life has a way of bringing us too our knees and showing us just how fragile and mortal we are. Sometimes it’s a losted job, a losted dream, or in Roberta Mapp’s instance… a losted loved one.
Roberta, like many of us was busy being busy. Climbing the corporate latter, dedicating time to charities that empowered young girls, planning fashion shows, and galas and a plethora of other things that by today’s standards would be considered good and worthwhile endeavors.
But it all came to a screeching halt the day she learned her teenaged son, while traveling with friends and was an in accident. An accident that projected him from the backseat of the car and claimed his life. It was at that moment that all the worthwhile endeavors were nothing more than vapor.
“I was really good at keeping busy,” Roberta says, “I started outreach programs to help young girls break into the fashion industry. I volunteered at church and managed to become one of the top performing managers at the bank I was working at at the time. But after losing my son none of that mattered anymore. The lost of my son was a strain on everyone, my marriage was dissolving and my two living children got it pretty bad too.”