|Principal’s office circa 1950….a little 6 year old black boy sits in the office with his head down. His pants are worn; cardboard insulates the holes in the bottoms of his shoes. His elbows are ashen and his hands are cracked and dry. He looks up and watches the clock…tick-tock…tick-tock…His mind begins to drift…. Will my father be there when I get home? Will he be sober or angry? Is my mother scrubbing someone’s floor right now? …..Tick-tock, tick-tock…The school secretary gives him a condescending look…Tick-tock…tick-tock...tick-tock...He falls asleep….. the cool drool on his cheeks and on the desk wakes him up and he hears the happy voices of children.
His eyes brighten, he perks up....he thinks…“They’re here, they’re here!” The principal steps out of his office…. “You can return to class now. Next time tell your mother to send money so you can go on the field trip with your friends.” The boy sighs, reluctantly walks out of the office feeling defeated…. At that moment shuffling down the lonely hallway to reunite with his friends he bookmarks this moment.
The boy arrives in the classroom; the children are having milk and graham crackers. He puts his head down, his stomach pains because he knows with no money; he will not receive a snack again today again, he bookmarks the moment.
This little black boy is now a 70 year old man who has donated more than $100,000 of his personal money to a cause he believes in. He has facilitated fundraising efforts for the cause which have resulted in more than $2.5 million dollars. As a result, NO child that yearns to see what life is like outside of their neighborhood will EVER be left behind…hungry for food or deprived of an education again.