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Mr. Washington
One day in 11th grade, I went into a classroom to wait for a friend of mine. When I went into the room, the teacher, Mr. Washington, suddenly appeared and asked me to go to the board to write something, to work something out. I told him that I couldn’t do it. And he said, “Why not?”
I said, “Because I’m not one of your students.”
He said, “It doesn’t matter. Go to the board anyhow.”
I said, “I can’t do that.”
He said, “Why not?”
And I paused because I was somewhat embarrassed. I said, “Because I’m Educable Mentally Retarded.”
He came from behind his desk and he looked at me and he said, “Don’t ever say that again. Someone’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.”
It was a very liberating moment for me. On one hand, I was humiliated because the other students laughed at me. They knew that I was in Special Education. But on the other hand, I was liberated because he began to bring to my attention that I did have to live within the context of what another person’s view of me was.
And so Mr. Washington became my mentor. Prior to this experience, I had failed twice in school. I was identified as Educable Mentally Retarded in the fifth grade, was put back from the fifth grade into the fourth grade, and failed again, when I was in the eighth grade. So this person made a dramatic difference in my life.
I always say that he operates in the consciousness of Goethe, who said, “Look at a man the way that he is, he only becomes worse. But look at him as if he were what he could be, and then he becomes what he should be.” Like Calvin Lloyd, Mr. Washington believed that “Nobody rises to low expectations.” This man always gave students the feeling that he had high expectations for them and we strove, all of the students strove, to live up to what those expectations were.
One day, when I was still a junior, I heard him giving a speech to some graduating seniors. He said to them, “You have greatness within you. You have something special. If just one of you can get a glimpse of a larger vision of yourself, of who you really are, of what it is you bring to the planet, of your specialness, then in a historical context, the world will never be the same again. You can make your parents proud. You can make your school proud. You can make your community proud. You can touch millions of people’s lives.” He was talking to the seniors, but it seemed like that speech was for me.
I remember when they gave him a standing ovation. Afterwards, I caught up to him in the parking lot and I said, “Mr. Washington, do you remember me? I was in the auditorium when you were talking to the seniors.”
He said, “What were you doing there? You are a junior.”
I said, “I know. But that speech you were giving, I heard your voice coming through the auditorium doors. That speech was for me, Sir. You said they had greatness within them. I was in that auditorium. Is there greatness within me, Sir?”
He said, “Yes, Mr. Brown.”
“But what about the fact that I failed English and math and history, and I’m going to have to go to summer school. What about that, Sir? I’m slower than most kids. I’m not as smart as my brother or my sister who’s going to the University of Miami.”
“It doesn’t matter. It just means that you have to work harder. Your grades don’t determine who you are or what you can produce in your life.”
“I want to buy my mother a home.”
“It’s possible, Mr. Brown. You can do that.” And he turned to walk away again.
“Mr. Washington?”
“What do you want now?”
“Uh, I’m the one, Sir. You remember me, remember my name. One day you’re gonna hear it. I’m gonna make you proud. I’m the one, Sir.”
School was a real struggle for me. I was passed from one grade to another because I was not a bad kid. I was a nice kid; I was a fun kid. I made people laugh. I was polite. I was respectful. So teachers would pass me on, which was not helpful to me. But Mr. Washington made demands on me. He made me accountable. But he enabled me to believe that I could handle it, that I could do it.
He became my instructor my senior year, even though I was Special Education. Normally, Special Ed students don’t take
Speech and Drama, but they made special provisions for me to be with him. The principal realized the kind of bonding that had taken place and the impact that he’d made on me because I had begun to do well academically. For the first time in my life I the honor roll. I wanted to travel on a trip with the drama and you had to be on the honor roll in order to make the trip out of town. That was a miracle for me!
Mr. Washington restructured my own picture of who I am. He gave me a larger vision of myself, beyond my mental conditioning my circumstances.
Years later, I produced five specials that appeared on public television. I had some friends call him when my program, ‘You Deserve,’ was on the educational television channel in Miami. I was sitting by the phone waiting when he called me in Detroit. He said, “May I speak to Mr. Brown, please?”
“Who’s calling?”
“You know who’s calling.”
“Oh, Mr. Washington, it’s you.”
“You were the one, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, I was.”
Les Brown “A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul” Editor: Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
Making Judgments
It was a cold winter’s day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was
filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car that fellow church
members were whispering among themselves as they walked to the church. As
I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church.
He was almost laying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat
that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you
could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small
for his feet with holes all over them; his toes stuck out. I assumed this
man was homeless, and asleep, so I walked on by through the doors of the
church.
We all fellowshipped for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man
laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask
him to come in, including me. A few moments later church began.
We all waited for the Preacher to take his place and to give us the word,
when the doors to the church opened. In came the homeless man walking down
the aisle with his head down. People gasped and whispered and made faces.
He made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit he took off his hat
and coat. My heart sank. There stood our preacher … He was the “homeless
man.” No one said a word.
The preacher took his Bible and laid it on the stand. “Folks, I don’t think
I have to tell you what I am preaching about today.”Then he started singing
the words to this song.
“If I can help somebody as I pass along.
If I can cheer somebody with a word or song.
If I can show somebody that he’s traveling wrong.
Then my living shall not be in vain.”
Contributed by: Mike
Found at: Teaching What I Most Need to Know
To Speak Truth or a Lie
Should we tell the truth or speak a lie
If we thought it might save the one sentenced to die?
Sometimes the truth is hard to bare
Especially for those who don’t want to hear.
They think for your testimony a lie would save
One who might be sentenced to go to the grave.
Sometimes it is difficult to make that stand
To tell the truth, no matter what’s at hand.
It may make others angry and mad
They think in this case a lie isn’t bad.
Sometimes you may feel as if your alone
When you go to the aid of this one, far from home.
But the truth my dear friend, don’t stay covered for long
If you speak it and live it, it helps you be strong.
So take a stand, do what is right
Don’t go down without a fight.
Speak the truth come what may
You’ll be glad you did come judgement day!
In the face of adversity, stand by your Lord
Cause to lie for Satan you can’t afford.
For if you told this one lie
Could you look God in the eye?
For a mother cannot save the soul of her son
With a false testimony, only Satan has won.
If in the truth you will stay
Then you are doing things God’s way.
And things will all turn out okay
He still works miracles everyday!
Written by: Rebecca
(WhtDove)