I just had the sweetest little interaction while I was at Walgreens to pick up some envelopes. I was casually walking down the cards aisle on my way to the school section when an older lady stopped me and asked for help:
She said: Excuse me, sir, I’m having a bit of trouble. Can you help me pick out some cards?
I said: Sure, no problem; I’ll help you any way I can.
She goes on to say: I am adopted; I just found out that I have a biological sister. We have been talking, but we have never met and I want to bring her a card when I see her. I’m assuming you’ve shopped for cards before, how do you pick them?
I said: Well, what I try to do is picture the person that I am shopping for, think about what they mean to me and how I feel about them… Usually, after that, the card will reveal itself to me.
The lady pauses for a second and looks at me… almost to see if I was being serious. I give her a nod. She then closes her eyes for a few seconds, if I had to guess, it was about 10 seconds that she had them closed. She slowly opens them and starts looking at the cards again. She focuses in on one, picks it up, reads it and then holds it to her chest.
She says: I got it! This is what I was looking for… It worked!
I said: I’m glad!
She says: I have one more thing… I think I also want to write something inside it but I have a hard time expressing myself. Do you ever write in the cards; do you have any advice on that?
I said: Ohhhh, I think we all have a hard time expressing ourselves sometimes, me included. Try not to worry about that too much. If you do write something, as long as it comes from the heart, you should be ok.
She said: You’re probably right, but I’ll probably close my eyes again before I do it. Thank you so much, you just made my day.
I said: No, it was my pleasure…and you actually just made my day as well.
I’m a weirdo
Be a weirdo
See as a weirdo
Walk and breathe as a weirdo
I need a weirdo
So I can breed a weirdo
Despite what you’ve heard
There’s power in the word
The world is better off with weirdos
Too many carbon copies
That’s a form
That’s not me
Striving to be the same
With no signs of stopping
I’d rather humbly stand out
Like a man whom prefers to work for it
Than accept a hand-out
Let my total vibe speak for itself
What’s your worth worth if
Your form of measure is
If you’re similar to or the same as someone else?
Now multiply that sentiment by the masses
With all their in common asses
And all you’re left with are millions of clones
Not as sentient as they were originally meant
Losing more mental resilience as they roam
There’s nothing like someone with high consciousness
A sense of self worth and self awareness
Mixed
With a full dish of beautiful UNcommon sense
A style, personality and
Light of their own…
Be a weirdo
See a weirdo
I’m a weirdo
In need of a weirdo
The true spirit of any holiday is about family…
I didn’t know for sure at the time
When I first saw you
That I was actually expanding mine
You may not be able to remember this
But it was Christmas eve when I met you
You couldn’t have been a better December gift
You were pretty shy at first
And I was nervous
I was hoping so much that you’d like me
I already knew that I’d like you
Your mom spoke of you so proudly
Today has become a holiday for me
Because today is when you entered the world
You changed everything with your very existence
You’re definitely worth being acknowledged
And Celebrated
I will love you always
Always
Keep shining your light every place that you go
Happy Birthday, Princess!
Seems I owe you an apology: so I apologize
Or is it, maybe, that I owe you two?
Recent memory might be serving me wrong and…
Really what I owe, is a few
Yeah… actually, come to think of it, that sounds about right
Some of the things I said
Out of anger
Really should not have been said… ever
Really… never, but especially not since it was during a fight
You live and learn from mistakes
I am not exempt from that
All the extra stuff that clouded the messaging
Man, I wish I could take that back…
Stole us from our homes
Stole our labor
Stole our gold
Stole our favor
Stole our babies while crying
Stole our blood, sweat and tears
Created the conflict
Then stole the diamonds
Stole our culture
Stole our music
Stole our drums
Stole our voices
Stole our fun
Stole our choices
Stole our smiles
Our rejoices
Anything we created
You stole
You even stole our style
Put our skin on trial
With a jury of non-peers’ verdict:
People of color unworthwhile
See
We thought it would be a fair trial
But the sentence wasn’t that
Stole our natural dates of death
Stole our loved ones
Stole their breath
Stolen lives not lived yet
So many lives not lived yet
You stole and stole and stole and stole
Every minute of every hour
But you’ll never control or hold our souls
You’ll never have our true power
Watching the last 2 episodes (7 & 8) of The Last Dance this evening touched me in a way I didn’t expect. These episodes partly focused on how intense Michael Jordan was with the methods that he used to motivate others… It made me reflect on certain times in my life where I was similar. Sometimes people can misunderstand that intensity. When it comes to getting results, I have a more, “let’s get straight to the point” mentality.
The first memory I was visited with: I previously was part of the coaching staff at a school in Detroit, MI called Burton International. I coached there for eight years total and coached both, girls & boys that were 7th & 8th graders (4 Division Championships, BTW). I had this one student during that time named, DC that came to me crying once. She said that she needed to talk to me and the first thing that she asked was why I was so hard on her. It seemed to her I was harder on her than anyone else. The truth is, I didn’t know exactly why I was so hard on her at the time. All that I knew is that I saw massive potential in her and I was trying to force that potential to the surface. Luckily at the time, one of the senior coaches, Rev. JW, who always knows what to say, told her that I wouldn’t focus that type of energy on her if I didn’t really care… if I didn’t care about her and her being successful.
This has been a common theme with me that started with my younger brothers when the three of us were younger. I was especially hard on my brother that is closest in age to me. We didn’t grow up in the most favorable environment. In that environment, I lived with a certain fear of not making it. My fear wasn’t really of me leaving this earth… it was more, if I were to leave here, who would be here to protect my brothers? So, in my mind, it was my job as the big brother to toughen them up enough where I knew they could protect themselves, each other and that they could also stand strong independently as individuals. Mental and physical toughness was needed. I’ve had the same best friend since I was in high school (CA). If you were to ask him, he’d tell you, that’s the only thing that I worried about at that time. There are no two people that I have talked about more than my two brothers. The day that I knew that they would be OK is when we were out in the back having an intense game of basketball and I was being a little rough. That game ended in my brother closest in age using a fighting move that I taught him and striking me above my right eye in retaliation for my roughness. I was standing there leaking blood and needed to go to the hospital to get stitches. My brother thought I was going to kill him (figuratively). I’ll admit, I was more than a little angry that he used that move on me, but I was more proud than anything. That’s when I knew.
I moved away from Detroit in 2005. I ended up taking a job in Cincinnati, OH. I actually had no intentions on coaching anymore and certainly didn’t think about mentoring, however, it fell in my lap anyway. As I got to know people in the area from frequenting basketball courts, people started to ask me to work with high school kids in the area. I was very reluctant to do so since I had spent the previous eight years coaching at Burton International. During that time, I felt that I needed to focus on me. That never really happened. I met a former Xavier University basketball star, BM, that was then studying to be a pastor and he asked me to check out this kid, GW, at a local high school, Roger Bacon. BM and I went to a game to see this kid play; he then asked me to train, GW. I initially said no. BM asked me to join him at a Men’s Night at his church and we really got to know each other, dropping the surface level pleasantries. We had more in common than basketball. After BM heard my story, he stressed the importance of people like me wearing the mantle of a mentor. I told him, I only know how to do it one way… I push and push and push and then I push some more.
I started out Mentoring and training only GW. Then his teammate, WF, became part of our group. Shortly after that, a kid from Burton International that I had coached before, BJ, now in high school, called me up and said that Detroit was no longer the place for him and since we were from similar types of neighborhoods, I would be able to understand him, deal with him, and get him on a better path. During the conversation with BJ’s parents, I was asked what my plan was to get him on the right track if he were to move in with me. I told them that I plan to treat him as he is one of my younger brothers and all that entails. His parents didn’t necessarily completely understand what that meant, but BJ did. To me, that’s all that mattered. BJ knew that I would do everything in my power to make him a better person, whether he liked the method or not. And just like that I had three teenagers that I accepted responsibility for.
I’ve had talks with all three of my Cincinnati guys as we grew to become a family. I’m sure though, if you were to talk to GW or WF initially, they would have sworn that I was a maniac. BJ already knew how I operated from our time in Detroit together. He knew it was nothing but tough love. He knew that I used my personal experiences and focused them into methods of motivation. I was even trying to push them along in case I was no longer able to be there for them. Not in the same manner I was worried about previously with my brothers as far as leaving this earth, it was more so just knowing that life happens… and if something happened where I could no longer mentor or coach, they would have gotten the best they could have gotten from me in the time that we shared.
Although my intensity has worked well in the mentoring arena. I’ve also struck out with it at times. Another memory that comes to mind is when I had been dating someone and she essentially told me that my tactics to motivate are very effective but sometimes not pleasing at all. I can’t really disagree with her. I am the type of person that will say what people are afraid to say and I’ll say exactly what you don’t want to hear if I think that will be what it takes to help you move in a better direction. I am mostly like that with people I care about most. Yes, it is something that I can work on. It’s probably something that I should work on. However, at the same time though, it’s hard to argue with results.
And I’m definitely known for getting results. I am good at it. I’m just not good at being soft about it.