I was one of the blessed ones, I grew up in a paycheck-to-paycheck family that supported and encouraged me my whole life. I was given both opportunity and humility, which is a good as it gets. In my junior year at college I decided to sign-up for the Jumpstart Program in Boston – at the time it was a work study opportunity I jumped on at the last minute; I didn’t know then how profoundly it would impact my life. I was assigned three kids, ages four and five to supervise for four months. Each had a unique personality and set of challenges. There was one young man that I really connected with. He was four years old, eager to get to five. He was energetic and at times out of control. He loved to paint in order to make a mess, recess in order to run and sing to jump up and down. Reading was a challenge because his patience was thin. When I first started working with him I often felt helpless, and gregariously reading the most entertaining books could only keep his attention for so long. Over time he calmed and opened up about his young life – he told me stories, anecdotes about his family and all about his parents who were African immigrants. When my time in the program ended I watched him graduate from pre-school. He was mature yet still energetic – and his most frequent phrase was “I’m ready for kindergarten.” My parents instilled in me some great lessons and values – and I’m proud to say I passed them on.






