Thanks to Ben Carson’s Mama
If you haven’t been watching Dr. Ben Carson, you should be. The more I learn about him, I stand utterly befuddled that one of his character was not chosen over our current Divider-in-Chief.
Ben Carson could have been just another Detroit statistic of failure. Raised in an impoverished home and raised by a single-mother, the “numbers” say that he should be a criminal; instead he became a neurosurgeon. How did she do it, this woman with a third-grade education who worked three jobs, from dawn until midnight? She did so with the following belief system intact:
“She would never be a victim,” said Carson, “She just hated the thought of being on welfare. She saw people who got on welfare and never came off of it.”
You see, while most kids in Carson’s neighborhood were “rotting their brains” with television all summer, Carson’s mother made him read two books a week, and then write book reports on them. Little did Carson know at the time that his mother could barely read, yet she would look intently at the reports making markings here and there as if she did. In one year, Carson went from the bottom of the class to the top.
Carson had to do some work on his own too, because like so many of us, he had an anger problem. Once when shaken by the extent of his rage, he locked himself in a bathroom with the Bible and read,
“Better a patient man than a warrior, a man who controls his temper than one who takes a city.”
Carson went on to become the Director of Pediatric Neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins at the age of 33, and renowned for his work separating conjoined twins. Sadly, we have now have a President who likes separating the country.