Beautifully Human / Ashley Behrens

Updated: Nov 27, 2020

As we continue our series today, Beautifully Human...

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We focus on the beauty of humans and the power in their stories…

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Through telling their stories we hope to connect this world. To spread strength, love, and humanity...

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To show a common thread of beautiful humans…

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This week we go to New Orleans, Louisiana with Ashley Behrens to hear her incredible story...

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I met Ashley when I lived in New Orleans back in 2009. We had a little group of friends who would hang out and go out together quite often when I was in town. What I remember most about Ashley was how kind she was. She is such a good hearted human. I always felt like she was genuinely interested in everyone she met. If the world had more kindness, like the kindness Ashley has, it would be a more lovely place...

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Ashley Behrens / New Orleans, Louisiana


Tell me a story that shaped your life…


- I come from a family of runners.  It’s not just a hobby or a pass time, we genuinely love it.  My grandfather started running in his 40’s to stop smoking.  He ran most days with my mom who wanted to recover from knee surgery.  Their love of running and bonding over it was passed down to my brother and I.  Since I was a kid I enjoyed the freedom of running with belief that I could push myself further that I thought possible, and the knowledge that my legs could take me anywhere.  This past Labor Day weekend, I did a race with my grandpa, mom, brother, and oldest niece.  At “A Race for the Ages” you have an hour of running based on your age. 

The youngest division is 40 and under.  My grandpa had 84 hours to run as many 1 mile loops as he could.  I won’t say my mom’s hours, but she had a few.  My brother, niece, and myself each had 40 hours.  We all set up camp together, ate together, ran laps together, and had one of the most bonding weekends I have ever experienced.  Seeing the glow on my grandpas face was breathtaking.  He had inspired 4 generations and so many more to come. In the end he ran 108 miles, mom did 90, my brother got 101, I finished 100, and my 7 year old niece completed 22.  The memories from that weekend will stay with me forever and remind me that I truly can do anything I put my mind to.

Tell me a story that almost ruined your life… 


- About 15 years ago my mom was in a bad accident.  She broke most of the bones in her face and has had to go through countless surgeries to be where she is today. Looking at her, you would have no idea anything bad happened to her.  The idea of almost losing her crushed me for a long time.  The experience helped me understand how precious life is and how quickly it can be gone.

Tell me a story that enriched your life…


- While living in New Orleans I had the distinct pleasure of playing in Stonewall Kickball with my boyfriend as allies of the LGBTQA community. The people I met during that time were some of the most sincere beautiful humans I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.  Each week I looked forward to the games and fun surrounding them.  To see the joy in this group of people could bring a tear to your eye knowing too often how they have had to struggle in life, work, family, etc.  This brought me friendships that are so dear to my heart, and opened my eyes in so many ways. I had already thought of myself as inclusive of all, but I learned how to be better as a person and a better ally.  

Tell me a story that enriched another life…


- When I was about 9 I had a favorite doll named Becky.  I took her with me everywhere.  One day we went to go visit my Great Grandma in the nursing home, clearly Becky came along for the ride.  My Great Grandma had Alzheimers and often would not know who anyone was, or call us by different names.   While sitting there my great grandma locked in on Becky and wanted to hold the baby.  She held the dirty little Cabbage Patch Doll like she was a newborn infant.