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MEMPHIS, Tenn. (localmemphis.com) – One part of my daily routine is checking an app called Timehop. The app tells me I’ve checked it 962 days i...
Jessica Benson

MEMPHIS, Tenn. (localmemphis.com) – One part of my daily routine is checking an app called Timehop. The app tells me I’ve checked it 962 days in a row. I’m very committed.

Timehop keeps track of all your social media posts, and then gives you reminder of what you were doing/talking about on each day over the years.

Forexample, on this day a year ago I was eating bagel bites.

Onthis day seven years ago, my washing machine broke.

Onthis day nine years ago, I had drawn a lightning bolt on my head and attendedthe premier of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One.

Onthis day ten years ago, I had my Yale college interview. (Hey17-year-old Jessie, heads up! You don’t get in!)

Youget the picture.

Soover the weekend, my Timehop app alerted me that eight years ago I foundout I’d be interning for NBC at the Olympics in London. That internship was oneof my top-five life experiences and I reflect on it frequently, but this year’sTimehop reminder got me thinking…

Iwas one accidental rejection away from never meeting my future husband.

Plottwist!

Itwas the spring of my freshman year at USC when NBC came to campus to interviewpotential Olympics interns. I bought my first pencil skirt for the occasion,and I wore business-lady heels that were like a half-inch off the ground, butthe most uncomfortable shoes I’ve ever worn.

I hadblisters, but I crushed the interview.

Wewere told we’d find out who’d been selected sometime in July.

Theday came where we were supposed to find out, and I was on an airplane. I was soanxious that I bought in-flight WiFi, and I refreshed my email no less than 572times.

Silence.

Theemail finally came about a week later: “Thanks for your interestbut…”

I.Was. Crushed.

No,really crushed. I cried for days. In my little young pea-brain, gettingrejected meant my future in sports was over. I turned all my energy to tryingto intern for Chelsea Handler’s show at E!

Hardpivot, I know.

Lifewent on. My sophomore year started at USC. I was minding my own business inclass one day, sitting next to one of my best friend’s Paige (who’d beenselected as an Olympics intern), when my phone rang.

Itwas a NYC area code. It was either a robot telling me my credit was doomed, orit was someone interesting.

Ileft class to call the number back.

Itwas the man from NBC who had interviewed me back in April. He told me hewas so sorry, but there had been a mix-up. I had been sent the wrong email.

Theystill had a spot for me in London if I was interested.

I scrapped all my plans on the spot and committed to going to London for the 2012 Olympics. It turned into one of the most incredible experiences of my entire life, and it’s a huge reason why I continued to pursue sports broadcasting.

On mythird night in London, I met a boy named Chris. He was an intern, too.

Thispast spring, we got engaged.

So, acouple of lessons here:

  1. Life has the weirdest, funniest way of working itself out.
  2. Not all rejections are final.
  3. Sports rule.
  4. I probably wouldn’t have met my future husband at a Chelsea Lately internship.
  5. No, Chris and I haven’t set a date yet, so stop asking.