Reflection Paper On Gifted Hands

At the crack of dawn, the prolonged intense ringing got louder each time I snoozed my alarm clock. I had snoozing my alarm clock down to a science that it became useless, I knew the exact angle and position of the button. Now I know why my alarm clock did not work for me, but it definitely woke my family up, especially my mother. After five snoozes, my mother’s heavy stomp headed towards my room and her intensely intimidating voice scared the sleep out of me. Once i heard her coming, I would jump up faster than you could blink your eye, wrap my towel around me and head to the bathroom to get ready for school.

Why did I go to school? At the time, young, naive and irresponsible me had no idea. I guess I just did it to not be at home and so I

It is one of the grass to grace stories ; An African American boy who was raised without a father and whose mother finished only the third grade, married at thirteen years of age, had three jobs and lived in the poverty stricken city of Detroit. Ben Carson while battling with anger issues and his brother Curtis decided to follow the norm set by the society they lived in; their grades were nothing to write home about. Although, they had a rough life, suffering from racial prejudices from the people around them, their mother was convinced that her children could become successful African American men. She enforced the importance of education, they were allowed to watch two hours of television a week, read two books a week and also write book reports on them. The seeds she planted yielded a bountiful harvest, Ben graduated top of his class in high school, got accepted into Yale University with a full academic scholarship, applied to the prestigious Johns Hopkins teaching hospital and years later, he became the Chief of Pediatric neurosurgery and led several surgical teams in complicated surgeries including separating conjoined twins sharing parts of their