This was too big a post for Facebook.

I started making a status update, but it got far too long so here I am. Back on WordPress.

In light of everything going on, I’m ecstatic over my book being released on Wednesday. I’m really excited, of course, but I’d be committing a major wrong if I didn’t mention my experience speaking at a public school this week too. I had been asked recently by a friend of mine to come share my story of becoming a writer with several high school classes. He informed me this would be a school in the inner city of Cleveland and that I’d be speaking on “pursuing dreams”. This all started because I had shared with him how as a nine-year old, I was given an assignment to write down 1 goal I had for the year. Where kids were writing down things like, “Don’t tease my brother,” or “I’ll get an A in English” or “I won’t pee the bed”, I wrote something a little different: I said “I want to write a novel.” The teacher pulled me aside and asked if I even knew what a novel was. When I told her it was a big book, like a dictionary, with lots of words and a story inside, she said “yes, that’s what it is.” I then said, “Well, what did you want to talk about?” She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Well, I hope you accomplish your goal.”

I never wrote a novel that year but some 18 years later, I certainly did publish a book. Not with tremendous ease, but I did. But just as easily, my teacher could have crushed my dreams 18 years ago by saying, “That’s impossible; now go write down something more realistic”. But hey, she didn’t. She gave me wood for a fire that was already lit inside. And when I got older, I poured gasoline on that fire until it was so strong that I couldn’t deny it any longer. And because of that experience, though I won’t owe it to that one experience completely, I’ve now written two books as of this past Wednesday – in essence, my dream became a reality. Plain and simple.

Knowing this might be encouraging to hear, my friend asked me if I could share this with some freshman/sophomores he regularly met with. He works for the city so he’s usually in schools trying to raise awareness and provide opportunities for growth or mentoring. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher in some regard so I didn’t mind accepting the invite. It’d be a good idea to share some of what I’d been through, I figured. He then told me I’d be speaking at a school with a 50% graduation rate. And on top of that, the majority of these kids come from “families” (and I use that term loosely) which live at or below the poverty level.

To be honest I had a few hesitations, but God-willing, something inside of me said that I needed to go to this school and talk. And not just “talk” with the kids, but to engage them. As in, challenge their thinking, their attitudes, and where they were in life. Please do not confuse this with a sales pitch – I was not there to sell myself. If I was selling anything, I would think it it’d be hope. And hope was something I came find very little of in this place. Not because of the teachers or the admministration, but because of where these kids were coming from.

Every floor was policed by four to five security guards. Metal detectors were at the front door. Students wore next-to-nothing but this was not entirely because they wanted to, but because that’s probably all they could afford. And yet, they walked everywhere with iPods and expensive shoes to flaunt some sort of financial status; a status that was likely fostered by a tax credit or welfare check their parents/guardians recently received.

This was intimidating at first but I literally had no fear as I stepped into every classroom. I had little expectation for attendance, let alone interest, but I was willing to see what would happen and how my story would be received. Some kids put their heads down on desks and talked out of turn, but that was only at the beginning of the class – for by the time I started asking questions, sharing a story of life and asking them what their lives were about, everything changed. What was it exactly that happened? Well, it was no work of mine – I will not toot my own horn – it was merely about giving time and energy to engage a person about their life. That is all. Several kids came up to me after class wanting to ask more questions about how I decided on a path, how I honed a voice, and just what it meant to be an “author”. That’s great, yes, but the engagement is the victory. The interest, the not-being-afraid to approach someone and speak freely for fear of being chastised; this is the heart of reaching people.

The day culminated with a young girl, probably 15, calling her mom on a teacher’s school phone for a ride home. The words, “Will you be here when I leave?” and “Are you coming to get me or not? Is there anyone there who can?” are questions that I couldn’t help but overhear. Here I am, sitting at a computer, writing this blog post, and my biggest worry is how to write this post without any grammatical errors. But to this young lady, I’m sure the burdens she carries (specifically those related to just finding a ride home) are much greater than mine. And for such a small person, how could it not break a person in two?

Getting to speak at a school full of kids with broken homes, broken families, and broken spirits is so incredibly humbling that a ranty Facebook status or blog just doesn’t do the experience justice. As of now, I’m still miffed as to what platform is best to make such a statement and actually, I may just have to remove this later for the lack of empathy I’m sure others will have towards this post. For unless you experience it firsthand, I’m not sure how you may relate.

However, I want to be clear on something I’ve come to realize: we are more focused on getting everyone affordable insurance, marrying everybody who wants to and wearing colors for charity and yet, there is no action taken towards bettering the American family and its youth. If you are someone reading this and you want to “fight” for some cause, then there is no greater cause than fighting for the support and growth of a young person. That reason alone transcends any political, economic, or religious debate you’ll ever find yourself in. Time, education, role models – half of these kids (not just in the city) have nothing to look UP or FORWARD to. At school, at home, anywhere; they are lost and looking for someone to just BE THERE, but with so much confusion and anger coming from so many places, how on GOD’S GREEN EARTH are they ever going to grow up strong and true? I’m appalled, sickened, and humbled by the experience. If you choose to live your life in an ivory tower, then so be it. No one is going to stop you. But when you look out your window and see the desperate eyes of so many hurt people, I wonder how much energy it takes to turn away and pretend that the issues of those close to you are of no consequence to your life. I will be going back to that school (or others) in the near future and I hope to reengage the students that I spoke with about chasing their dreams and discerning what is harmful to their lives and what is life-giving. That doesn’t require a master’s degree, it doesn’t require me to be some decorated war veteran with a story to tell, and it sure as hell doesn’t require that I sacrifice my own status in going there. It only requires time – and that’s something every person can give.


  1. Josh–a great read–thx for sharing!

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