Sadly, there would come a time in the spring of 1972 that I was so
disliked by some students that the word was out that I was going to be
physically attacked. Well, one of my closest friends, Gregory Reeves
besides playing football and being a swimmer was also a member of the
gleek club and was going to be performing in the upcoming Spring concert.
As good friends do, a number of us turned out to support him. Both
teachers and football coaches were on hand as well.
Before the concert was over word began to spread through the audience that this was the night that I was going to finally get my butt handed
to me. When the concert ended several athletes, coaches and teachers
accompanied me outside where a number of guys were waiting for me. As
one of the football coaches asked what they wanted one kid ran up behind
me and just as he was about to stab me in the back our shop teacher,
Robert Wright grabbed him and effectively removed the knife from his
hand. Thank God for Mr. Wright's presence of mind and fast reflexes. Mr.
Wright had also been a youth counselor at the Bellville Children’s
Shelter and he actually taught me how to dunk a basketball and now in a
split second he had quite possibly saved my life. Thank you so much Mr.
Wright. Wright won the battle that day!!!
Quickly, one
of the football coaches who was also a gym teacher began speaking to
everyone present about how crazy this situation was and how serious it
could have been if someone has been injured. Then he left it up to me to
decide whether I wanted to report the incident or simply drop the
matter with the hope that everyone would go home and think about how
everyone’s life could have been changed in an instance. I said that I
just assume we forget about the whole thing. The other kid apologized,
we all shook hands, and everybody went home. The kid who was going to
stab me was also black, someone who was constantly in trouble, and
rarely stayed in school. That night this kid came close to changing his
life and mine possibly forever. There must have been at least twenty
witnesses to everything that transpired so that kid got a huge break
along with a chance to choose another path going forward.
While
the kid who attempted to attack me eventually dropped out of school
altogether he never presented another problem for me or any other kid at
the high school. This happened to be a kid who simply did not like me
for a very long time and he made it known to lots of other students. I
was his target stabbing that dark night but we both got the chance to
walk away and see the light of a better day. I hope that his journey
became clearer and smoother from then onward.
That night
I am pretty sure that none of us knew whether there was something more
in store for our lives. Maybe you are even wondering why you're here now
at this particular time in the cosmos. This is what the French call
your raison d'etre, an organizing principle and sense of direction that
gives shape and meaning to your life. I would simply say that after an
experience like the one I've just described, whenever you get a second
chance make absolutely sure that you do not squander it! Because
something very meaningful likely awaits you.
Of course
that experience definitely shook me up inside for a long time. I could
not recall having ever done anything bad or wrong to this person. I didn’t
compete against him in any sport, we never tried to date the same young
lady. How could it be that someone could dislike me so strongly that
they were prepared to stab and maybe even kill me?
It made
me strongly question everything that I had been doing since becoming
enrolled at Clifford J. Scott and then suddenly I no longer wanted to be
involved in anything. It just didn’t seem to be worth the emotional
investment anymore. As a result, I became a guarded and less extroverted
person. Maybe, some things happen in our lives precisely so that we are
better able to get in touch with being stirred up, awakened, and made
ready to respond to both the mysterious and miraculousness. But I really
diidn't know what to think then.
What happened that
night will forever be a mystery to me but the outcome regardless of the
angle from which I look at it was truly a gift as I see it.
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