The Day I Found Out I Was Haitian


Happy Haitian Flag Day to all my Haitian people out there!

There is a story I share as part of my introduction before I start a presentation or workshop.  It describes the day that I found out I was Haitian (May 18, 1995).  “No,” I wasn’t adopted and reunited with my birth parents nor was May 18, 1995 my date of birth–well in a way it was.

It was a time of clarification of identity.  As a young professional, I am sure you ask yourself questions about identity–who am I?, Who am I becoming?, Who do I want to be?

Identity can be an interesting thing because many times we define ourselves by what we do or used to do.  That’s why it hurt so much when I was fired in 2005.  This video takes a look at a time a little bit before the professional stage.

As you watch the video look for points where there is a connection to your life as a young professional.  Do you have a story to tell?  Would love to hear it.



As always my goal is to help you Run the Point (take action) from where you are, with what you have.

Your Ambassador,

Mike Bruny

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Mike Ambassador Bruny

I have a deep desire to help spread entrepreneurial thinking as the solutions to many of our problems today. I am a project kind of guy who loves to get things started. When I'm not in search of contract work (projects) that I can do during the nights and weekends I can be found working as a mild mannered Digital Content Manager for Babson Executive Education.

What do ya think?

    4 replies to "The Day I Found Out I Was Haitian"

    • What a great story. I have found tracing family history to be such an interesting and exciting thing to do. Sometimes we get so caught up in what we’re doing today or what we’re planning to do in the future that we forget to acknowledge where we came from. Not just our neighborhood, but our families and our ancestors, our mother’s mother’s mother. It seems so long ago, but without them and the way they lived and thought, we wouldn’t be where we are today. Thanks for sharing.

    • ambassadorbruny

      Thank you Ruth. It’s my pleasure to share the story. I’m hoping it allows folks to open up and take a look back at where they are coming from.

    • I love this video! It’s amazing how all three significant events aligned at the same time and really hit hard. Thanks so much for sharing your story, Mike.

      My story of identity is actually a polar opposite. Being adopted, I had always based my identity on that in some shape or form. I thought for years that I would finally know who I *really* am once I find my birth parents. Where I came from, who I looked like, etc. My identity was based on a ton of unanswered questions.

      When I found my biological mother, she couldn’t even bare to acknowledge my existence – denying that she ever had me. It was soul crushing – I suddenly had no hope of ever getting the answers I THOUGHT would help me know who I really was.

      Eventually, I started over. From scratch. I built an entirely new sense of self and really discovered who I am and what I was meant to be and do in this world. It’s been a never-ending learning experience since that sad day 5 years ago. I wouldn’t take back that day or any of the heartache that followed, either. Best experience ever.

    • ambassadorbruny

      Thank you so much for sharing your identity story Megan. I love the way you “began again.” There are folks who just would not have been able to make that change and decide to create their identity.

      You can see some folks stuck in the shadow of who they are supposed to be based on their parents, environment, etc. Instead of exploring what is possible and who they could be come, they are stuck in a story that may no longer fit (kinda like holding on to a safety blanket that can no longer cover you as you have physically, but not mentally outgrown it.).

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