God winked at me. Yes, you heard me correctly, tonight, God winked at me. This is not something that I normally do. I don’t usually blog about my day or my personal life. When I post a blog, it’s usually about a story that I have just finished writing and want to share with the world. But tonight, no story about burning down houses, or about how to make amazing coffee, or even about bonding with your crazy mother in law whose never really liked you and vice versa. Tonight, I am going to talk about how amazing God is and the things that he has been doing in my life. Tonight, I am going to talk about connecting the dots.
This morning, I was blessed to have a very interesting discussion with a group of my coworkers. We are all educated black women, who come from different backgrounds, but yet, we all ended up working in higher education to change people’s lives. It’s funny how the conversation got started because I was sharing with them a new idea for a screenplay I am working on. And then somehow we jumped from discussing my screenplay to how black women are portrayed in the media. And from there we got on the subject of education and why is that it seems that so often, blacks don’t want more. Now, I am not sharing this to upset anyone, but it is my opinion, that to often I see my people, and they are content with living off the government and welfare and I ask myself, why don’t we want more.
Forgive me, because at this moment my thoughts are all over the place, much like our conversation today, but I promise you that it will make sense when I am done. And you too will see how all the dots connect. Now, back to my opinion of blacks not wanting more. I understand that it is a mentality that has been passed down from generation to generation and is what I call a generational curse, and I do believe the root cause is slavery. Slavery messed us up in ways that we can’t even begin to imagine, but that’s not what I want to get into right now. Tonight, I want to talk about breaking the cycle, and each generation doing better and accomplishing more than the last.
So not to risk further offense, I will start to bring my story full circle. While talking to my coworkers, I said that I felt the media could show more positive role models for blacks. Everyone doesn’t have to be an athlete or a rapper to be successful. What about the business men and women out there who are CEO’s or better yet, what about teachers, and doctors, and nurses, and lawyers. I could go on and on, but I won’t. Because when it comes down to it, the media and television shows are about making money, and until we get tired of watching ignorant shows for entertainment, then nothing is really going to change.
After coming to that conclusion, the conversation died down, but I was glad that we got to have that talk. I haven’t had a discussion like that in quite some time. And it made me ask what could I do to make a difference. Mentoring, I tried that before, but in the end, I didn’t have time for it like I wanted too, and eventually I stopped. But lately I have been having a strong urge to do something to give back to the community. And tonight, I was blessed with the opportunity to do so, even if it was just for a few hours.
Which brings me to the end of my rant lol. I went to dinner with a dear friend who also works in higher education. And somehow we got to talking to our waitress, who shared with us that she was in the process of enrolling into school for nursing. Well after she said that, the conversation went from ordering food to asking her about her experience so far and what she was looking to get out of it. And before we knew it, she was asking us for advice, and that’s when I started connecting the dots. The very discussion I’d had with my coworkers that morning, had prepared me to talk to this young woman.
I couldn’t have been more touched by her story. She was trying to break the cycle, the generational curse that I referenced before. She was going to be the first one in her entire family to go to college. We talked to her for at least an hour. The topics ranged from study habits, to doing math equations with her, to writing down websites for references, and then me eventually offering her my contact information. And all the time she kept thanking us and telling us what an inspiration we were to her. To know that she too could do more with her life because she saw that we had. But what I don’t think she knew, no matter how much I told her, was how proud of her I really am. She inspired me! She reminded me that the work that I do is not in vain, and that I do have a purpose, and that students like her, is why I continue to do what I do.
As the night began to whine down, and we’d talked each others ears off, we said our goodbyes, and promised that we would come back at least once a month and check on her. She said that she looked forward to sharing her journey with us, and that it was nice to know that people, even if they are strangers, are in her corner. I told her to call me or email, or even facebook me whenever she needs some words of encouragement, or just needs to vent.
When my friend and I walked outside, feeling good about what we’d done and recapping the night, we saw two men standing in the parking lot and looking up at the sky. When we asked what they were looking at, they pointed to a white cloud, and said they were watching the lightening flash within the cloud. So we turned to watch it as well. It was absolutely breathtaking, and I told him that I like to believe that God does things like that from time to time just for us. Random acts of beauty is what I refer to them as, for example, a tree with yellow blossoms planted in area with simple trees surrounding it, so all you really focus on, is the tree with beautiful yellow blossoms.
My friend turned to me and said that God was winking at us. He was proud of us for encouraging the young woman we’d just met and for letting her know that she wasn’t alone in this fight for wanting something better out of life. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but smile as I felt overwhelmed by God’s love for us. He is magnificent and worthy to be praised, and I want to thank him for the opportunity to share this with the world, and hopefully touch others while in the process. So, with that being said, no matter how random something may seem, I will remind myself that it really is all part of a bigger plan. And as life goes on, I will continue to try to connect the dots, and hope that every now and then, God will wink at me, and remind me that I am not in this fight alone.