Change or Get Left
I have the
tendency to get really excited when I see folks living well; I’m about to shift
that excitement into high gear.
Yesterday, I
had the opportunity to speak to a group of freshman at Towson University. I
started out working this way, and even though I spend most of my time with
corporations and large associations, from time to time I need to be with young
students. I need to hear and learn from them.
Yesterday, I
was blessed (made happy) by the response of a class of almost 2,000 to the needs
of others.
While I was taking
questions, a young man stood up and with some difficulty, he divulged that he was feeling disconnected. He told
us that in high school, he had been a member of a speech team and it had helped
him find his voice. He said that he felt that when he came to college, he lost his team and his ability to
communicate.
I asked if
anyone had been on the speech or debate team and several young folks raised
their hands. I asked some to come forward and before I knew it, about 30 young folks came rushing
to the front where they stood all around the young man and created the team he needed. He smiled and I could see that all of them would do well.
Then a young
woman raised her hand and said that she was feeling very lonely and certain
that she would not fit in. She confessed that she was afraid of being
ostracized because she was gay.
I told the
audience that I didn’t want her to feel that way. I also told them that I didn’t
need to out anyone (do folks even still say that?) but I wanted to see the representation of those who were gay, knew and
loved someone who was gay or just knew that everyone should be love.
To my joy and surprise, everyone
stood and cheered. The outpouring was real and powerful.
One young
man jumped up from the back bleachers and ran to the front. He fell, got back
up, and then climbed over chairs to get to her.
When the
young and beautiful white man, reached this beautiful black woman, he picked her up and
actually spun her around. He held her face in his hands and even though I could
not hear his words, we all felt his love.
He held her for some time and others began
to do the same.
I wanted to
drop down and weep.
I learned later that a group of boys had made a few comments about the young man, but when they saw what he did for that young woman, their only comment was "That's awesome."
I’m still
crying. I could go on, but there is not much more that needs to be said.
The world is changing; get in or get
left.
I love you too.
Be you, be well, be
Love,
Bertice Berry, PhD.
"Tissue, please."
ReplyDeletehank you for sharing this. What a beautiful story of love.
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