The Passion

I’ve always been the “friend with the cool job”. In college, every internship or work experience I had was with a well-known media behemoth. Clear Channel Communications, MTV, Fox News, you name it. Even after I graduated I finagled my way into freelance production work with NBC Universal. When I’d catch up with college buddies and tell them I had just seen Adam Sandler or Denzel Washington on set, their mouths would drop and they’d beg for details. Little did they know that I been fetching coffee and directing pedestrian foot traffic all day. It was important that tax-paying citizens not walk on the public street where we were shooting, or else they’d interfere with the scene. Making films is serious business, after all.


I really believed that the media industry was for me, and that I just hadn’t yet found my footing. When I landed [my current position], I was confident that this would be the solid career foundation I was looking for. After three years with the company, I still have yet to be convinced. When I head to work each morning, instead of worrying about meetings, or action items on my to-do list, I’m focused on what I’ll be doing after 6 pm. I may run a few miles with Team in Training, which is a subsidiary of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (LLS), I may have a committee meeting with the “Light the Night” Walk volunteer group (also of LLS), or I may be tutoring at the Jerusalem House. Even my weekends are packed with mentoring and volunteering for the organizations I have come to love. My commitments to these organizations are what motivate me each morning, and what keep me going when my less-than-fulfilling job begins to weigh on me. My associations with non-profit organizations are my driving force; they are my passion.

I did some volunteer work in college, and when I moved to [my current city], and finally got settled in, I began searching for ways to give back to my community. Big Brothers Big Sisters of America was immediately appealing because I’d have one young lady for whom I was responsible. The time commitment was manageable and, given all of the perks I had inherited from [my job], we’d always have something fun and/or educational to. After our very first meeting, I could see how valuable our relationship would become. I was going to learn a great deal about poverty in [my city], the education gap, the achievement gap, and I’d gain exposure to an entire sub-culture of black America that I’d never before seen, even [in college]. In turn, I was determined to teach her the rules of English grammar, proper etiquette, the necessity of trying new things, and the importance of building a relationship with God. She and I are still building, but I’m so proud of how far along we have come.

I began tutoring at the Jerusalem House after a Volunteer Day activity in September of 2007. The Jerusalem House is a non-profit housing establishment that permanently caters to families affected by HIV/AIDS. The students at the Jerusalem House are bright and enthusiastic, despite the many challenges they and their families face. Even when my schedule prevented from tutoring on a weekly basis, I found ways to give back, ranging from a [local college] campus tour to a family outing to a [baseball] game.

My most personal tie to a non-profit organization, however, is with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. In March 2009, my mother was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. It was shocking to all of us because she was a healthy woman. She didn’t smoke, didn’t drink, and had no family history of this particular cancer. It was a trying summer, and in October when she received her final treatment of chemo, I vowed to do everything possible to commemorate her remission. I started by raising $1000 for LLS’s “Light the Night” walk. I was proud of that accomplishment, but knew I could do more. In November, I began training for my first-ever half marathon with LLS’s “Team in Training” program. Though Team in Training, I gained an instant network of friends and fellow athletes committed to raising awareness and fighting blood cancers. We all raised funds and trained together, supporting one another when family members fell ill, pushing each other to complete each run with a strong finish, and vowing to never forget the lives lost to blood cancers. It was the most emotional yet fulfilling experience I have had in my life. This is what truly opened my eyes to what I believe to be my calling.

If I can find a way to help non-profit organization such as BBBS, the Jerusalem House and LLS thrive, I will consider myself accomplished. I don’t want to just help these organizations and others like them succeed; I want to see them grow to the highest of heights, enlightening others of their missions along the way. Whether I’m helping them to raise money or coordinate events; recruit volunteers or build better business plans, I want my impact to be relevant and long-lasting.

By societal standards, I am already a success story. I have my own place, my own car, and I work for an amazing company with great benefits. But I don’t want to be a success; I’d rather be significant. I’d rather have my life’s work feel meaningful and important. I don’t get that from media, and I doubt I ever will. There are certainly aspects of my communications background that will serve me well in my future endeavors. But, I intend to dedicate myself to the non-profit sector, and advancing organizations that face more challenges, and deserve more resources than the “cool” media giants. I cannot, in good faith, think of any reason to choose film and television over the young girl with sub-par reading skills, the single-parent family with AIDS, or the husband who has just learned that his wife has cancer… life is too short for that.

Life Training

I've made my mother upset with me. Well, not "upset" upset... but, you know, more than uncomfortable. In my exuberance and excitement following the "Light the Night" Walk hosted by the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (LLS) I decided to sign up for a half-marathon in March. LLS has this organization called Team In Training - a group of extreme sports athletes who raise funds for LLS and train for marathons, half marathons, triathlons, you name it.

The stars aligned to even get me to this point.  During my blogging hiatus I applied to Yale's Diversity Weekend and got rejected. In an effort to stay positive, I applied to Stern's "Women in Business" weekend, scheduled myself to attend a class and grab a coffee with a current student. In the midst of my NYU weekend, I met an applicant who happened to mention how she had raised funds for this organization because her father had Leukemia... 

"Wait, did you say your father had Leukemia? Have you heard of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society?" I inquired.

"Yeah!" she said, shocked. "They have this thing called 'Team in Training' where you train for these races and raise money for LLS. It's great because you have a team to motivate you even when you may not feel like training. They give you a coach, and a trainer... they prep you with all these health seminars along the way. It's really rewarding," my new friend said.

I was sold. As soon as I got back to work the following day, I googled TNT, found a local race, and bam! Not only was there an upcoming half-marathon in my area, but it happened to be the EXACT SAME RACE CeCe had mentioned to me a few weeks before. When she first suggested it, I was less than enthused. At the time, we still had our little 5K to run (we both killed that on December 19, btw). But knowing that I could continue to work with LLS and tone my petite little self at the same time was too much of a good thing. I let her know we were doing it, and even got her on board to fundraise with me. Friends - and I mean REAL friends - are very hard to come by.

Fast forward to this week. I had retrieved my mother's address book over the holiday break and let her know I was going to be sending fundraising letters to a good portion of the people in it. To be honest, when I drafted the letter for this particular fundraiser - much like the email I sent out for the "Light the Night" walk - I referenced my loved one as "a close family member". I tried to maintain anonymity and respect my mother's privacy.  But... Mom beat the cancer in October. She was feeling much, much better. She was singing, traveling, and living her life like her old self. So, in the final letter, to compel people to donate, and to make it even more personal, I stated I was raising the money for Mom. I was proud of her. I was emotional. And I wanted to let people know that my mom was one tough cookie.

Well. Tonight I got my first shocked phone call from a cousin. Wamp, wamp.

"HOW IS SHE? HOW DID I NOT KNOW? WE ARE DEFINITELY GOING TO DONATE."

While I was happy to get my point across, I knew my mom was about to be pissed about these upcoming phone calls. Seventy-five letters. I sent out seventy-freaking-five letters to family, close friends, and a handful of personal Atlanta contacts.

I've done the math, and I think only about 33 of the people on the list MIGHT actually call her... and that's if they have her number. But damn. This is exactly what she wanted to avoid by not having ever mentioned it to family friends before. Point taken. I'm sorry.

I called her to prepare her for what might ensue. She told me she was proud of me, and didn't want to rain on my parade, but this is why she hesitated to even help out with fundraising to begin with. She didn't like the way people looked at her or spoke to her when they found out she had cancer. She said people will continue to use the word "have" - the present tense - even though she's already beaten it. Once a cancer patient, always a cancer patient. "There's power in words," she said. "I don't want words interfering with what has already come and gone."

And perhaps this is just me, but that is where I disagree. God shines brightest through other people's trials and tribulations. We learn how to be strong by watching and surrounding ourselves with strong people. Over the past few months, I've had more friends tell me they admire MY strength than ever before. My strength? What makes you think I have that?

They watched me cry. They watched me pray. They listened to me rationalize. They saw me grow. They saw GOD carry me through what was truly the most difficult period in my life. And, you know, I hope that means I was able to bring at least one other person closer to God. I hope my overcoming was evidence for someone else to believe that God is able. God will not fail. He will not forsake you. He will carry you through.

And... well, maybe... I'm hoping that Mom will see it's time to shine her light a little too. When people call or approach her with the whiny 'how are you feeling' schtick, maybe she can just smile, gracefully, and let the person know she's feeling fine. She's 100% better. She's good.

And, maybe, when they ask how she got through it, she can say "the Lord got me through it."

And, maybe, it will touch one person. To touch just ONE would be enough. And they'll take those six words home with them and begin a new relationship with GOD...

Or maybe she'll just ignore her phone for the next few days.

Sighs. I hate when I get on a person's bad side. She's my mom, so I don't expect I'll stay there too long... but. Man. I was just trying to do something good! Something positive! For HER! My excitement got the best of me, I guess. Lesson learned.