A day that began with a makeover from Mary Kay, a gallon of hairspray, my horse coming down with the flu and then learning I misspelled my own last name on a pageant application would end with the experience that altered the course of my life. On November 7th, 2003, I competed alongside seven other young women for the three places on the Clark County Fair Court. This was only the beginning. I’d meet my future husband that night, meet a woman who led me into other great opportunities and even managed to lock the keys in the truck. Now—after another queen title, undergrad, getting married, buying a house, getting a...