When we were growing up I would look in the mirror and I just couldn’t see what you could see. There were a lot of factors getting in my way but you didn’t let any of them blur your vision.
In school, you were really smart. You were an honor student. But when I was in middle school, reading was hard for me. School never came easy and I couldn’t focus well.
A lot of times teachers would call on me in class to read out loud. Nicely, I would try to tell teachers I didn’t want to read. Sometimes, the teachers took it as a sign of disrespect and would embarrass me in front of the entire class. Young and immature, I would feel the need to defend myself, which would get me into trouble.
One day I was working with Miss Alisha at the Boys and Girls Club and she noticed that sometimes I write letters backwards. She told me her father was dyslexic and said I had similar symptoms.
When we were growing up, I would look in the mirror and I just couldn’t see what you could see.
With our living conditions and our challenges at home, in high school, I wanted to give up on going to college and playing sports. But you wouldn’t let me.
I tell people you are my twin, even though you are a year older than me. You are one of my nine sisters. You were the one who protected me and watched out for me. You cared about my education and tried to make life easier for me. After my athletic practices, you made sure I always had food waiting for me. Knowing that school was harder for me than it was for you, you wanted to make sure I could focus solely on my work.
You came into my classes and asked my teachers what I had to do to be a better student.
You would say to my teachers, “Is he doing good? Is he doing his work?”
Briana, you believed I could go to college.
You believed I could play football at the next level.
Popular, pretty and smart in school, you had so much potential. I started to think I must have something worthwhile to offer the world if someone as great as you believed in me.
That’s why I began to put in the extra work, staying after school every day to meet with teachers. When we had breaks in between our classes, the rest of the kids would run and play in the halls. I would stay with my teachers, asking questions so I could have a better understanding of the material.
Neither of us had it easy in high school but we always had each other.
You, Briana, were my motivation to work hard and succeed.
I ended up with making merit roll all four years. While I was a three-sport athlete in high school I received a college scholarship to play football as a wide receiver. Also, the Boys & Girls Club named me Youth of the Year (runner-up), which led to $4,500 of scholarship money. At school, I was awarded a trophy for Ideal Male, which is essentially being honored as a role model. It was a pretty big deal.
After high school graduation, I went to Hiram College but transferred to Tri-C. Now, I am deciding where I want to play football next. To me just getting to college and playing football, means so far in life, I have made it. And from the moment I realized I made it, I wanted to help someone else the way you helped me.
During spring break of my freshman year of college, I didn’t have enough money to go away with my friends. But you gave me so much respect for women that I decided I would take the little money I did have and spend it on food and snacks for women at the local women’s shelter.
I started a clothing company called Support The Youth. Initially, it was to make a little money so I could go back and forth from college and mentor kids in the community. People started liking the clothes so much that it is now a brand and a movement.
Regularly, I reach out to kids at the Boys & Girls Club, the same one I went to when we were growing up, giving kids advice, attention and some hope. I am also a motivational speaker and I host events to give back to the community.
I know I am still in college and I need to keep evolving and growing. Don’t worry, I have a lot of goals ahead of me. I want to be an actor and a model. Most importantly I want to succeed at everything that I do, so I can show the kids that come from where we come from what is possible.
Currently, you are in the Navy, traveling the world and getting your education. You are an incredibly strong woman. I admire you so much and I writing you simply because I want to thank you.
Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for pushing me.
Thank you for being there for me when you were going through a tough time as well.
You are the reason when I look in the mirror, I not only see the man you knew I would become, but I am proud of the little boy in me who didn’t think he would be able to read and is now helping other kids write their futures.
I love you,
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Sweet Lauren, I agree completely with the promise that Brian asked you to make. Frankly, it is the only way that I know to love; totally, completely, wholly and unconditionally. You deserve nothing less, nor does your future love.
Wow. What a truly moving and powerful story. We often take for granted the small gifts we give each other just by being present. I'm sad for the heartache. I'm glad you stayed and became. Who knows what little girl or boy will be attributing their life's purpose to some kindness you shared. Peace and Sunshine
You’re welcome Lauren looking forward to all the future stories :)
Thank you Tony. I appreciate all your support.
Thank you Tony. I appreciate all your support.
I’m sorry to hear about Brian but he was right you are too beautiful to not receive roses Lauren:)
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Thanks for this! So what movie set did you get on?
So nice Roger <3
Pat, Your letter touched me in a very profound way. It left me in tears in the middle of my work day. It made me want to share something with you. On a July morning in 2007 a police officer answered a 911 call I had made when my Mother went into cardiac arrest. Between that officer, my best friend and the fire fighters who showed up minutes later they were able to restart her heart, however at the hospital she passed away an hour later. At the end of his shift that officer stopped by my home to check on the situation and cried when I told him the unfortunate news I received only 4 hours prior. He tried to apologize to me. I looked at the anguish in his eyes and asked him directly what for? He described the ways he felt sorry. What I want to leave you with was my reply to him. I told him he had nothing to be sorry for because he answered the call in what was the darkest moment in my life. I told him that he was a hero regardless because it takes a special person to answer calls like that. You are a hero to people Pat. No one can ever take that away from you. I understand the process you're going through as I've been there myself and like you I still struggle with it when no one is looking. You aren't alone in this. I hope your healing process continues on and you can regain the happiness in this beautiful life. You'll always be a hero to those people, because you were there when the call came Best wishes Roger Chamberlain
Ruth, your letter moved me to tears. Once upon a time I was very closed off about the LGBT community but over a course of several years, I turned my fear into understanding and I actively stand with the community for their equal rights because it is the right thing to do.