From my childhood I always wanted to be a physician, but not unlike my parents, I had a unique ability to command attention with my voice and connect with people through my personality.

Using my voice was not always my first choice as a career, because I didn’t know exactly what that would look like. Plus all I ever knew about it was radio broadcasting or a structured communications role.

 

My father was a music artist, producer and radio personality who had this “Golden Voice” that was absolutely unforgettable and he always told me that I was missing my calling by not pursuing a career in broadcast and communications. So you could say that I finally decided to listen to the “Golden Voice”.

 

My mother was a business owner and pageant queen who always placed weight on how I spoke and carried myself, which still has been a key of inspiration for me in starting Sound of Hobbs. The values and messages taught to me by my parents are embedded in my work today, to honor them, they are the reason for the step I took towards using my gift.

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I tragically lost my mother in 2002, when I was 12 years old — to a complicated blood disorder. I later lost my father to cancer in 2014 and my brother a month after to a gun incident. While in the process of healing and resolving my grief, I attended grief counseling where I was asked what I missed most about my family members. To my own surprise, I answered, “Their voices.”  I decided at that moment that if I leave nothing else in this world when I’m gone, I want to leave my voice and make people feel something when they hear it.

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Fortunately, I have technology and social media to thank for preserving digital videos of my father and brother and I can hear their voices at my leisure. I remember that my mother's voice made me feel safe with its soothing and disarming qualities, but I find myself forgetting exactly what it sounded like. After realizing how much I valued their voices, I decided to use mine to take charge of my healing process. 

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In the sum of life situations and realizations, I found myself living in the back room of my grandmother’s house after failing to be accepted to medical school for the third time. All of these roadblocks redirected me in taking the steps toward creative freedom, preserving the legacy my family had built, and building ‘Sound of Hobbs.’

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