Describe a memory that
defines part of your identity.
I have this very strong memory of crying over a sad story someone told at church, like sobbing in a pew. It was a moment of self-discovery because my friends were always telling me I was very logical and tough, but someone told a story about an orphan and I just couldn’t handle thinking about it. I realized that there was something very soft and mushy in me that just had to be activated.