My name is Christopher Fox, many just call me Chris. I am a graduate at Washington State University with a degree in Marketing. My long-term goal is to receive my MBA in Marketing and work for a major firm. Currently, I moved back home to Southern California where I left my part-time job as a Senior Community Administrator for a large apartment complex while attending school full time.
For those who do not know me, I was that kid would who would take apart all my moms home appliances, toasters, phones, or anything that was held together by screws. My goal was, once taken apart I could figure out how it worked but never be able to successfully put it back together. Leaving my mother with mangled electronics and a massive headache. My curiosity and intuitiveness have shaped my journey through life, but to help provide a better understanding of who I am, we must take a walk down memory lane. During my middle school graduation our School's president personally provided a heartfelt story about how on my first day of middle school I approached him and asked, "Do you know who I am?" and naturally his response was "no". Upon answering the question, I then 'apparently' pulled out a squirt gun and shot him in the face responding the name "Chris". From that day on I developed a name for myself as the infamous Christopher Fox.
My story doesn't stop there, however, in High School I was athletic playing football and lacrosse for Santa Margarita. I was lucky to be on varsity lacrosse all four years of my duration at school. If you do not know already but the common quote that "life works in mysterious and strange ways" well I was suddenly crippled by a life-threatening disease of Crohn’s and Colitis which I was diagnosed with my senior year of high school and flipped my world upside down. I had a total colectomy, which in laymen terms means the removal of the whole large intestine.
This process took a total of three surgeries however during the first procedure the anesthesiologist discovered that I also have another life-threatening condition called Malignant Hypothermia which in a nutshell means I’m deathly allergic to anesthesia. By the grace of God, I was given a second chance at life, I was successfully resuscitated with a new ambition to discover my purpose. Consequently, ever since I have been traveling all over the world in hopes of touching the lives of the people I meet. In the back of my mind, there isn’t a day where I don’t think to myself that I could have potentially missed out and this second chance I was given was for a purpose.