But old scars, like old fears, don’t fade easily. I told my guidance counselor about my dream of being a writer. Knowing no examples of successful writers, much less black ones, she redirected my shallow river of hope from Liberal Arts colleges to an engineering track at NC State. It wasn’t a difficult push. Artistic children with no guidance or direction are easy targets for those who know better than they do. Besides, the child who abandoned that rocket ship when it needed him most was still in me, always willing to hide from the light.
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