You’re looking at my first headshot. I had been in business for over 10 years managing a private practice that I founded and operated. Over the years, I spearheaded programming that helped 10,000 people in the Dallas/Ft. Worth metroplex with very little marketing and professional business coaching. It was a blessing daily to see God’s grace manifested in my life. At that point, I had three practice locations in three different cities with 30 employees and things were looking marvelous.
Long story short, I fell. I knew I fell. My friends knew I fell. And my husband certainly knew I fell when the stage changed from pitch black to light. And for that reason, I refused to look at him while I delivered my portion of the program to a full audience. I refused to look at him because I knew I would lose all composure and fall over in a complete ball of laughter if we made eye contact.
“Are you a feminist?” the philosophy teacher asked the class that was focused on women in philosophy. Dr. Burgess-Jackson stumped me with the first words out of his mouth because I had never considered the term enough to have an answer. He used the Socratic teaching method, which was also new for me, resulting in him becoming the only professor I remember from my undergraduate studies. He engaged my mind to think beyond what he knew or believed. He guided us in making sense out of the world around us. As the only African-American in the class, I was aware of how very different I saw the world than the other ladies in the class. This led to many dynamic conversations that prompted me to think far beyond my limited view of the world.
After my parents divorced, my great Aunt Lucille would scoop me up just about every Sunday to attend church alongside her family. I loved being around their family and the perk of going to Wyatt’s Cafeteria after church each Sunday was the icing on the cake. We sat in the same area just about every time we visited and my favorite waitress would come around repeating the only three words she knew in English, “Coffee, Tea, Wata?”