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Patrick received a National Jefferson Award in the category of "National or Global Service by a Young American" on Tuesday for his involvement and leadership of the largest student-run philanthropy in the world. The presentation took place at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Washington, D.C.

I still remember tearing up as a third grader as the late monsignor of my Catholic elementary school celebrated his last mass before retirement. He was the the man who welcomed me with open arms to the small archdiocesan school where I made lifelong friends and began a vigorous education that led me to Penn State.

I’ll never forget wishing my former high school principal, who was also Sister of St. Joseph, luck as she departed my tiny all-girls high school to revamp inner city schools in Camden, N.J.

For some reason, saying goodbye to the religiously ordained throughout my 13 years of Catholic school education always strongly resonated with me.

There’s a red, florescent, electric sign on the wall upstairs at the Philadelphia Art Museum. The sign is spiraled like a round conch shell and has blue fluorescent words lit within that read; “The true artist helps the world by revealing mystic truths.” This modern art piece is by Bruce Nauman from 1967.

Everyone says a picture tells a thousand words, but so do paintings, sculptures, or most objects considered “art,” like Nauman’s work. But what do we really get out of walking around a potentially stuffy art museum full of ancient portraits of unknowns and abstract paintings that seem impossible to comprehend? Wouldn’t you rather spend the day socializing at a party, at the movies or watching a sports game?

Not everyone is passionate about art. Not everyone makes it a necessity to visit museums frequently or pick up a paintbrush, but there is much to be learned by becoming involved in art, whether as a spectator or creator.

I began writing a book when I was 12. I wrote at least three times a week up until the end of high school. For one reason or another I stopped when I got to college. The sabbatical was meant to be; I just can’t see why yet. What I do see is that it would be a mistake to give up on that dream that after four years still holds a significant place in my heart.

As Steve Jobs said in his 2005 commencement speech at Stanford University: “You have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something.”

You have to trust in your dreams.

On January 24, renowned “nonfiction” storyteller and monologist Mike Daisey performed in front of a crowd at Penn State’s Schwab Auditorium.

His appearance was nearly completely overshadowed by former Penn State head football coach Joe Paterno’s death because of complications stemming from lung cancer only two days earlier.

Then, something else overshadowed Daisey’s gleaming reputation. In the middle of March, National Public Radio’s weekly program “This American Life” issued a retraction for a January segment based on Daisey’s “The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs,” which was found to contain numerous factual errors.