Growing up I could not afford the finer things in life.  Maybe that’s why all my life I have strived for success: Webster defines [success] as the attainment of wealth, favor, or eminence. I’ve never wanted mediocre.  I desire everything this life has to offer.  I would like to have my cake and eat it too. I don’t see anything wrong with aspiring for more – actually, I find the mere thought for a lack of economic motivation puzzling.  The other day, someone asked, “at what point will you cease your quest for success.” My reply was, “when I take my final breath.” 

I have reached the end of the road or as my grandmother would say, I made it to the beginning of the next chapter in my life. In this episode, God has increased my audience and enlarged my finances. Just when I thought I had reached my high point; God transformed the ceiling of opportunity to the window of promise. 

Today, I received a black package about 12 x10 in size with postage reading U.S. First-Class.  It was addressed to my name with my address in this beautiful gold print.  The return sender was in White with the Capella logo.  The opposite side of the packet read “Open with Care (and Pride)” so I did.  My heart was in a flutter as I began to open the package, I so wished it was the document that I had spent the last four years working on.        

I was raised in poverty; my single-parent mother worked, went to school, and raised four children.  She couldn’t afford to take us to the mall every weekend or even substitute her time with credit cards or any designer items.  Instead she supplied us with the necessities.  She was too proud to ask for child-support.  However, she did instill the power of an education.