Jared Julien

My name is something special to me, something that defines who I am, and is how others perceive me. I was given the name Jared as a tribute to my grandmother, who had passed away from cancer a few years prior to my birth. My mom knew she had to represent her in my name. She proposed the name Jared, as the last 3 letters would symbolize her loss and a rebirth. Knowing this, I felt like I had to earn it and be the best version of myself everyday.

 Interestingly, the name Jared comes from Hebrew roots and means “he descends,” a quite depressing connotation that oftentimes symbolizes hell (Bagg). This is not the case, at all. I descended so that my grandmother could ascend to the beauty of heaven. By embracing her virtues and continuing to learn from her, I aspire to ascend and meet her in the afterlife. I believe the name gives me strength to rise above the average person and be like the one that my family had lost. The same way that she had left a legacy is the way I’ll want to be remembered, lifting the family up with me. 

The craziest part is that my parents' decision in naming me Jared has produced many new nicknames that have further molded my identity. My friends, family, and people I am introduced to oftentimes hear my nickname J-rod which instantly sparks a conversation. I am grateful to have been named Jared and hope that the story of my name can be carried on for generations.