I am writing from my experiences as a person who has worked with a great number of people.  I have listened to their stories, shared their sorrows, rejoiced with their triumphs, and walked by their side.  I am also writing from my acquired knowledge from attending several colleges and universities, reading a lot of books, paying for a lot of workshops and seminars, and hanging around a lot of knowledgeable people.

My credentials include having earned an AA in Liberal Arts, majoring in Business Administration from Bakersfield Community College; a BA majoring in Christian Education, with a minor in Psychology from Whitworth University; a M. ED. majoring in Education Administration, with a minor in Counseling from Whitworth School of Education; receiving an honorary doctorate in Community Services from Bell Grove Theological Seminary; attending Regent University, Merritt College, Vista College, Berean University; certificates for my work with youth, in grant writing, and in security; and Supervisor and Instructor Lifetime Credentials from California Community Colleges.  I have also completed 60 semester hours in Leadership in Organizational Development towards my doctorate in Education which I hope to complete research and defend my dissertation later in life!

My experiences come from being close by when my mom counseled the many women, men, families, children, professionals, and others who have come to her for her prayers and professional counseling.  Ever since I was in the world, I have heard my mom counseling and praying with people, and see the results when they followed through.  Although mom never finished high school, she read my high school and college books, read many books, and took other classes at schools and colleges.  She was also a quick-order cook, hair stylist, business woman, and became a very serious prayer warrior.

I began really observing people when I was the first, and only, African American child in an all-Anglo American school in rural California.  My mother was born in Oklahoma, her mother was born in Arkansas, and her grandfather was born in Texas.  The hurtful experiences of my grandfather led him from Texas to Oklahoma, and then to California where I was later born.  My mother and grandfather wanted better for me, and was hopeful I would avoid many of the hurtful situations they had experienced.  Unfortunately, some of the hatred against African Americans that laid in the bosom of Anglo Americans who also moved from the South to California was heaped upon me as an unsuspecting child in an all-Anglo American school.  I wasn’t born to hate Anglo Americans, but the experience at Tipton Elementary School in Tipton, California began to create hatred in my heart as I had to deal with racial slurs and evil looks daily at my first real encounter with numerous Anglo Americans. Other experiences in life regarding education, housing, and employment fueled this hatred that later subsided by my developing faith, a praying momma, a loving wife, challenging children, and accepting grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Thankfully, I later attended schools in Tulare, Fresno, Oakland, and Bakersfield, California where I met more pleasant Anglo Americans among those Anglo Americans who were hateful.   I also worked with Anglo Americans, and Mexican Americans (now called Hispanics!) when my mom and I (and later my stepfather) spent many years doing migrant labor work.  Maybe it was because we were all in the same class as laborers that the ethnic people were more open and friendly.  When I attended schools in Oakland, I became acquainted with many Asian Americans.

One Asian American student I met in an Oakland elementary school became very helpful when he discovered that some days I didn’t have much lunch to eat and shared his lunch, or bought me lunch and ate with me.  I called him Allen OYoung, but I am sure as a young child I mispronounced his name wrong!  Allen introduced me to other Asian Americans, many who ran stores and other businesses in the communities where I lived.  It was there that I observed the persistence, hard work, and dedication to family of the Asian Americans.  My grandfather, mother, stepfather, and some other African Americans also worked hard, were persistent, and dedicated to family, but I also noticed that we seemed to not get ahead in business development as the Asian Americans.  It seemed we were always fighting economic survival, against serious discrimination and lacked information on how to get ahead.  Thankfully, my mom subscribed to the Chicago Defender, Jet, and EBONY to keep me aware that there were African Americans who were as successful as other ethnic groups.  Plus, I had an enterprising uncle who did well, and later met several successful African Americans.  One of them, a millionaire, took time with me to explain how he became a millionaire through developing one successful business after another by starting as a janitor.

As I attended school and held down many different jobs in several industries, I kept finding hurting people not knowing how to find answers to their problems.  While I was active in church where many members seemed to be connected and do well, I also noticed many hurting people in church who wanted more out of life, but didn’t seem to know how to get more.  Some of these people came to visit my mom, seeking advice and spiritual help.  As I grew, I kept coming across people who were frustrated, angry, insecure, and just seemingly living without any solid goals.  It occurred to me that many of them lacked true friends and information on understanding their plight in life, and getting information on how to do better.  While many heard words on the spiritual part of life development, they seemed to lack knowledge on discovering who they were, why they were born, their potential destiny on Earth, how to have a fulfilling life before going to Heaven, and how to navigate around the serious racial curves in life.

Thankfully, my development in school, in church work, and in community development afforded me many opportunities to find information that many lacked.  However, when I tried to share such information and ideas on how to do better, I was often rejected.  It took an elderly pastor to explain my dilemma.  I was around the rich and famous, had acquired a lot of information, and wanted to help hurting people, but I had overlooked something very important.  This pastor told me that while I may have not been interested in acquiring wealth for myself, or a new car, a fine home, or have fashionable clothes, those I was trying to advise were looking for those things for me to have before they would accept my advice!

I didn’t know really why I wasn’t that interested in material goods.  Maybe it was the training I received in the various churches were I learned and served.  Maybe I was just too interested in learning something new in a new industry, and seldom stayed at a job long enough to acquire wealth, or at least a pension.  Maybe it was because I was too busy solving problems in communities and received little wealth for my efforts when I helped other succeed.  Maybe it was because I did not value the power of money.  For whatever reason or reasons, I have still enjoyed life, and enjoyed learning and sharing with others what I have learned.  Some have made money with my ideas, and many others have profited from my time with them as an employee.  Thus, the reason for this blog: if I can help a lot more people get what they want in life without it costing them any money, or costing them a little money from my acquired information, I will die rich with the thought of having helped many others.  And, if some of my information and/or ideas help others to help me make money, I will die rich with the thought of having helped others, and even leave a helpful legacy (and maybe a little cash!) for my family!


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