Christina Milian

I’m a sucker for a pretty face. Which is kind of weird when you think about it, because I’m practically the opposite of beautiful. I have a small frame and a big mouth. I also have an unfortunate haircut that makes me look like a rat. Seriously, I have enough hair that if you poured drinks into it, it would spill over. So, yeah, I’m a bit of a mess. But for some reason, I still look at pictures of myself and get excited. I’ve probably been excited for months. Maybe even years. I’m not sure. Time has been kind to me and my looks. I’m not sure if it’s finally caught up to me or not. But I’ve been blessed with good looks, and if I do say so myself, I’ve been blessed with the voice of an angel. People constantly tell me I have a beautiful voice. And it’s true. It is. But being pretty is not all I am. I like to think I’m also a decent person with a great wit and an incredible heart. So here’s to being a little bit of a mess, because in my opinion, there’s no better way to be.

The Origins Of Christina Milian

It all started with an accident. One that changed my life forever. The accident, however, had nothing to do with my looks. But you know what? I’ll take it. Because if I hadn’t had that accident, I never would have been inspired to become the woman I am today. I was driving home from my grandmother’s house one day, and on the way, I got a flat tire. For whatever reason, it had rained heavily that day, and the road was wet and almost impassable. I pulled over, and to make matters worse, my cell phone died and it started flooding. Luckily, a kind soul came by and helped me change the tire. He was a man in his sixties and had a deep booming voice. He asked me how I was, and I told him I was fine, that I just needed a little help. He said he’d help me and stood back while I maneuvered the car into the garage. When we went inside, he asked me if I wanted something to drink, and I said sure. I was so grateful that he had stopped to help me. I didn’t know what sort of dangerous creatures Highway Robbers might come across, and I certainly didn’t want them to come inside and drink my booze. He told me to sit down and offered me a drink. Before I knew it, we were chatting and having a lovely time. He told me his name was Ron and that he lived in Florida. I asked him where in Florida and he told me Parkersburg. I almost fell off my chair. Parkersburg? I’m from Parkersburg. Was he kidding me? I asked if he was sure he hadn’t made a mistake and he said no, he was really from Florida. I was so confused. Did I make a mistake calling myself Christina? I was sure I didn’t, but I decided to ask Ron about it, just to be sure. He said he didn’t think so, but it was a pretty common name and maybe he had heard of it. Maybe, but I was pretty sure he was lying. I really liked Ron. He had a charming accent and an incredible smile. We started laughing about how much we had in common—both of us were from Parkersburg, both had fathers that were doctors, both liked to travel, and so on. After about an hour of catching up, I got up to leave. I felt like we were friends already, and friends don’t leave friends. Plus, I didn’t want to be rude and keep him from answering any questions he might have about Florida. So I walked him to his car and shook his hand. It was then that I realized what had happened. I had been catfished. That’s when I knew for sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. That’s also when I knew that I had just met a really, really cool guy. A guy I had a lot in common with. A guy who understood where I was coming from. A guy I wanted to get to know better. A guy who, for some reason, thought I was beautiful.

The Beginning Of Something Big

You know, sometimes you meet people whose paths you’ll follow for the rest of your life. People who inspire you to be a better person, who make you laugh, and who help you find the beauty in the world around you. That’s what happened to me and Ron. We became best friends and eventually started a business partnership that helps elderly people stay inside as long as they want by providing transportation and other services. He owns a Van, and I drive. So together, we’re able to provide much needed services to the elderly and infirm in our area. We care for and love our clients like family, and it’s deeply satisfying to be able to give back a bit to the people that helped us along our journey. It feels really good to help people and make their lives a little easier. It’s rewarding to see the looks on their faces when we drive up and they see someone that cares enough to stop by and help them.

Since starting this business, I’ve met a lot of really great people. Some who I consider my closest friends. People whose kindness and good fortune I will always be grateful for. I’ve also had my share of jerks who thought I was nothing more than a pretty face. It takes a while to realize that some people aren’t meant to be in your life. That you’re better off without them. Even now, I’ll meet people who don’t know me well and will ask about my accident. Almost as if they’re looking for some sort of clues about how I ended up the way I am. People can be really rude and careless when it comes to personal problems. It took me longer to learn that than it should have. Before my accident, I’d been hurt a lot in my life. Usually by people I trusted. Usually by people I thought were my friends. Which is why it’s so important to me that I surround myself with people who I know and trust will treat me with the respect and kindness I deserve. Who will help me grow into the woman I want to be. Because you know what? I’m tired of being disappointed by people. I’m done being hurt by people. I deserve better. I’m better than most, and I’m sure there’s a chance I’m going to be better than all. So I’m going to keep on fighting and keep on trying. Keep on believing in myself because, you know what? Sometimes you just have to believe in miracles.