The group’s goal is to get each of the 12 students now enrolled in the GED preparation class accepted at an area college in the upcoming spring quarter, said Daphnis, who, like Thomas, helps teach the preparation classes three times a week.
And getting the young people interested in the idea, Daphnis added, has so far been a snap, especially since most of the neighborhood kids have been in trouble with the police, come from single-parent homes and have virtually nothing to do all day but roam the neighborhood.
ANOTHER CHANCE
“I just came into the class to stay off the streets,” said one of the CBS students, 23-year-old Donald Ford. “I was up here at the community center one day roaming through the halls, browsing around, moping around, doing nothing and (Daphnis) came up to me and said, ‘Get your GED’.”
Ford finished high school, he said, but did not go to college. Today, Ford has forgotten most of what he learned to make it through college, and has been unable to get a job.
“This is a good thing,” Ford said, re-lighting a half-smoked cigarette as he studied his fractions. “I’m looking for a job and it seems no one will hire me. This will help. Plus, 1 don’t have anything else to do with my time.”
Like Ford, 17-year-old Fabian Cawthorne is preparing with the CBS group to take the GED test in December. “I want to be an attorney,” said Cawthorne, who dropped out of Butler High School in the 10th grade.
“I was a year or two behind in school and everything just got so frustrating, I quit,” he said. “If I didn’t come to this class, I probably never would have thought about getting a GED.”
Although Cawthorne now has 12 classmates, members of the CBS say anyone from any area in the city who wants to improve themselves is welcome.
But the college students said they desperately need more books, more paper, pencils and a copying machine to keep them going.
“These young men are very smart,” said Erica Tate, an English major at Alabama A&M. “These students aren’t ignorant like a lot of people say they are. They just need someone to motivate and push them.”
STARTING AGAIN
One 21-year-old enrolled in the class said he hopes to be a part of the CBS effort soon.
“I’m going to college, to A&M, to be a criminal lawyer, then to law school and this class is the beginning to get there,” said Bobby Sledge, who dropped out in the 10th grade.
“It’s a wonderful feeling to see black youth my age who care about older black kids come out and do this,” Sledge said.
“These guys have never had any encouragement to break the cycle they are in,” added Thomas. “If my pastor hadn’t told me to get my GED when I was 16, I’d still be in the same situation these young men are in. I feel this class will be their last chance.”
In the summer of 1993, I felt so empowered and had so much confidence in my abilities I decided to branch out. Atlanta Georgia was the closest major city so I asked Rio, a good friend of mine from Los Angles, to put a business plan together and help me raise funds for a youth centered event on the west end of Atlanta. I was shocked when we were able to get the attention and support from some of the most prominent black leaders. After having an initial meeting with members of the West End Church, the next thing I knew we were meeting with Joseph Lawry of the SCLC and Pastor Eric Young of the West End Seventh-day Adventist Church. When the meeting ended I could not believe they gave us the seed money to conduct a 4-week youth revival. 1992 was a breakout year for me. Outside of a few meetings with Joseph Lawry and his staff and some weekly meeting with Pastor Young, I was given the freedom to hire my own staff and devise my own personal plan. At the end of the four weeks, I had evolved from a boy to a man professionally. We were a bunch of college students designing activities for the youth, conducting nightly revival services for the community, and managing budgets. I walked away that summer knowing without a shadow of a doubt what my purpose in life was and what population I had been birthed to serve.
CHAPTER
15
White Sands and Blue Water
“Bermuda, Bahama come on
pretty mama.” – The Beach Boys
Things just kept getting better. That one seed I planted just kept giving and giving. About 2 months after the Atlanta experience, I was sitting at my word processor doing some homework when I heard a knock at my apartment door. To my surprise, it was a family I met at the revival in Atlanta, the James’ from Bermuda. They explained that they were visiting their son, my boy Shannon James. We initially made small talk about how much they enjoyed the work I did in Atlanta. They then began asking me about my plans for winter break. They wanted to know if I planned to go home and if so, for how long. I told them I wasn’t really sure and that De and I were still trying to figure out our plans. Out of nowhere they pulled out two plane tickets and asked if De and I would be willing to spend a portion of our winter break in Bermuda. They were interested in me doing the same thing for their youth group in Bermuda that I did in Atlanta. They also wanted me to do a small speaking tour for the public and private school system. I sat there thinking to myself, “…this can’t be real.” Just six months prior to their visit, I specifically dreamt of going to Bermuda. My boy Shawn Crockwell was from Bermuda. When he heard my car broke down and that De and I needed a ride to school, he made it his business to make sure we got to school on time Monday thru Friday. On the way to school he would talk about what life was like growing up in Bermuda. Shawn talked about his love for futbol as a kid, the beautiful weather, the beaches and the food. He didn’t realize that while he was sharing what it was like in his world, I was envisioning everything he was saying. One day after a ride with Shawn I thought to myself, “We are going to go to Bermuda to experience what he keeps talking about.” Who would have known that a small thought would somehow travel across the Atlantic to the James family in Bermuda and eventually place them in my living room with not one, but two tickets to Bermuda. The next day De and I rushed to Kinko’s like two kids in a candy store to get our passports. I learned a valuable lesson about dreaming that year: dreaming alone may not guarantee that all your wishes come true, but it’s a hell of a start. The best part is that it doesn’t cost a dime to do it.
Bermuda
It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my life. “In preparation for landing, please discontinue the use of all electronic devises; close your tray tables and fasten your seatbelts. We will be landing in Bermuda shortly,” the flight attendant advised. “We will be circling the island so for our first time visitors please take out your cameras.”
Seconds later, the plane turned as it made its initial decent. Suddenly, I saw the bluest water I have ever seen in my life. As the pilot landed the plane I could see pink, blue and yellow homes, it was unreal. I spent a little over two weeks on the island doing a small speaking tour for Bermuda’s school system. I spent the first half of the day speaking to middle and high school students. I tried to drill in their minds the importance of having a dream, setting goals and making the most out of their lives. In the afternoons, I visited at-risk students in youth detention facilities. I was somewhat surprised to see that the kids on the island faced some of the same challenges our innercity youth experienced. Shocked or not, I didn’t hold back one bit. My message was simple and straight to the point: stop the madness. I let them have it and I challenged them to appreciate the opportunities they had. I spent the evenings at a church conducting a youth revival. Talk about an upgrade, my self-esteem and my skill set grew exponentially. My presentations grew stronger after each school visit. I can’t explain the feeling I had walking into that auditorium and seeing students staring into my eyes and listening closely to every word I said. When I got back on the plane and headed back to the States, I felt like a millionaire. Less than 4 years ago I was a homeless high school dropout and now I was becoming a successful, international motivational speaker. My thoughts were that, if I can reach the youth and impress the teachers and staff in Bermuda, I should be able to hold my own in the States too.