In my first post, I never wanted a superhero, I just wanted my dad, I shared that after I read my letter at my dad’s funeral, my spiritual journey began. On my way home, I began to ask myself questions. The first question I asked myself, was very simple and very complex at the same time.
Who am I? The Who am I question, lead me down the road of asking myself, what seemed like a million more questions and before I knew it I was questioning everything! And that was a beautiful thing because I was in a position of growth.
I was ready to explore my spiritual journey but most importantly I was very open to receive whatever this exploration would bring to me. I wanted answers! God was my tour guide. Along my spiritual journey, God had an amazing way of answering all those question for me but at the same time not answering them.
Now when I ask myself “who am I?”, it is no longer asked with uncertainty in my mind. It is asked, so that I can reaffirm all the things that God has been teaching me about myself along this beautiful journey we call life.
There have been moments with tears, there have been moments with laughter, there have been moments of disappointment, and there have been moments of happiness. But, there has never been a moment, where God was not present. I am a child of God.
So, I am truth. I am love. I am compassion. God has chosen to pass these virtues along to me through many different souls and learning those facts have allowed me to completely embrace who I am!
I am the spirit of the slave that fought and died for me to be free. I am THANKFUL. I am the spirit of the slave that chose not to fight and still died for me to be free. I am GRATEFUL. I am the spirit of Harriet Tubman.
I am HUMBLE. I am the spirit of every Holocaust victim. I am unapologetically PROUD of my heritage. I am the spirit of Mother Teresa. I am a NURTURER. I am the spirit of Rosa Parks. I am TIRED but not too tired to take a stand for what’s right. I am the spirit of the Vietnam Vet. I am DISAPPOINTED.
I am the spirit of an addict that has been using for 20 years and decided to get clean today. I am READY. I am the spirit of that addict that has been clean for 20 years and falls off the wagon today. I am HUMAN. I am the spirit of the heterosexual black male who is unwilling to express or show his true feeling because he thinks it will make him look soft.
I am HURTING alone. I am the spirit of the person who has made one too many mistakes in life and I now know this is my final chance. I am FOCUSED. I am the spirit of the person that can’t live their authentic life. I am AFRAID. I am the spirit of the person that has chosen to live their authentic life. I am still afraid but at least I am FREE.
I am the spirit of the teacher that buys school supplies with their own money. I am SELFLESS. I am the spirit of the single mom that works two jobs, cooks dinner every night and goes to school on the weekend to make it. I am DETERMINED. I am the spirit of the little black girl from Mississippi named Oprah.
I am going to change the world. I am the spirit of the homeless person that smiles and waves every time I walk pass. I am HERE. I am the spirit of Ghandi. I am DISCIPLINED. I am the spirit of Martin Luther King. I am FEARLESS. I am the spirit of Malcolm X.
I am MISUNDERSTOOD. I am the spirit of the white person that is accused of being a racist, simply because of the color of their skin. I am SORRY, I was raised that way but I’m trying. I am the spirit of the white person that is accused of being a racist, simply because of the color of their skin.
I am ANGRY, because I wasn’t raised that way and I’m done trying. I am the spirit of the freedom riders, both black and white riders.I am COURAGE. I am the spirit of the Mexican child risking their life to cross the broader.
I am OPTIMISTIC. I am the spirit of the child on either side of the Gaza Strip. I am no longer INNOCENT. I am the spirit of the bi-racial child in America. I am TORN. I am the spirit of Malala, both before and after she was shot in the head, fighting for girls to have the right to an education. I am not INTIMIDATED. I am the spirit of the Native American who is treated as everything other than native or American, I am still the Original American, no hyphen needed.
I am the spirit of that child that comes from a working class family and sits in a classroom with a leaky ceiling, outdated books, and no future, so they tell me. I am going to PROVE them wrong. I am the spirit of the parent who was just told their 16 year old son was murdered, at the hands of another 16 year old son. I am HEARTBROKEN, for both parents.
I am the spirit of Nelson Mandela. I am FORGIVENESS. I am the spirit of Anne Frank. I am PURE. I am the spirit of Maya Angelou. I am PEACE. I am the spirit of my mentor, Coach Joe. I am ENCOURAGEMENT.
I am the spirit of my best friend, Stevie Walker. I am TRUTH. I am the spirit of my grandmother, Florence Coleman. I am LOVE. I am the spirit of my father, Gregory Howard. I am COMPASSION.
There have been so many people that have played a role in me being the person that I am today. Too many to name but I am aware of the fact that without them there would be no me. I truly believe that we are all connected.
What affects you directly will undoubtedly affect me indirectly. It has been said that there are only two ways to change the world. I have to be truthful, loving and compassionate towards myself. I have to be truthful, loving and compassionate towards others. Through my healing process which is now my spiritual journey, there have been so many people that have shared their truth, love and compassion with me.
I am forever grateful. Who am I? I am YOU.
I am TRUTH. I am LOVE. I am COMPASSION.
Coleman G. Howard