Have you ever been in a new place, and it seems like you've been there before? In grade school, I had this eerie feeling so many times that I took notice after a while. I stared at the scenery, waiting for an extraordinary experience to happen. I realize now that I was too young then to understand the connection, but at that time, I was being led into a déjà vu visit. Perhaps I once lived before this lifetime. Powerful isn't it? Maybe I am the reincarnated soul of my biological ancestry or of Jarena Lee (Lee, The Life and Religious Experience of Jarena Lee), one of the first African-American women to pen an autobiography (Lee, Biography of Jarena Lee). Nevertheless, I am who I am because there is no other person who is just like me. Who I was before is not as important as who I have become-a supporter of the beacon of light which shines brightly inside of me.