On Life
Return
Trauma is a wound that must be attended. Whether physical or psychological wounds stay with us all of our lives often time forming the basis of who and what we become. Birth is the first trauma of humanity we all experience and is the foundation for our congress.

I grew up in Chicago, Illinois during the 50's and 60's. My traumas developed out of the environment I experienced, whenever I left my loving home. For a time, National Guard troops sitting in jeeps with guns at the ready were positioned on every major intersection I crossed on my way to elementary school. I was too young to be angry with soldiers poised to shoot because there might be a riot against White merchants who were unfair towards Negros (now called African Americans). Only a few years later, when I walked into the "wrong" neighborhood very near my high school, and someone yelled, "The N-word" and we were all shot at because my brother and I wanted to play ball with my classmates after school, did I realize that ignorance was their problem. Because of their hatred of Negros those young men, in effect were trying to kill themselves because my classmates looked just like them.

Another trauma I experienced was to learn that people were poor, destitute, and living all around me. I attended a Catholic High School, DeLaSalle, where I volunteered with a group called Young Christian Students. We tutored in orphanages, visited the sick in hospitals, delivered food baskets to the needy, and participated in the Voter Registration Drive of my time. [Young college and high school students throughout the United States conducted voter registration drives in Negro communities towards the greater goal of equality for all]. My participation was with my religion teacher, a young White man from the suburbs of Chicago, who knew the value of participating in social change. To this day, I cry with pride for having known him. He was fearless in his quest to have us all experience the value of a noble cause, namely doing for others, as you would want them to do for you. It is the Golden Rule, but it is meaningless until we start to do for others.
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Volunteerism
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