Back to School: Why Colorado Christian University at Age 59? In order to answer the above question I must start from the beginning. It’s similar to that old axiom, "Look back to where you have been, for a clue to where you are going." I’ve heard this saying expressed in many different ways throughout my lifetime, and as it relates to my story this particular saying holds value and truth. I remember how my life changed when I was nearly eight years of age. My middle class family was forced to leave the comfortable suburbs of Norfolk, Virginia when we became rock-bottom poor, and we had to move to Park Place on West 31st Street. I remember the car ride to our new neighborhood when the scenery suddenly changed from beautifully landscaped lawns
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The greatest motivation for me to attend CCU is the faith that my mother displayed in those days at Park Place. My mother had a college degree, she had more earning power than my dad, yet she yielded to his leadership. I remember even my his sisters complaining to her about our lifestyle, and stating that they would just go out and seek a job to help provide a better life for their children if put in her situation, but instead she became a stay-at-home mom. That decision helped us kids more than we could understand at the time, and it is something we appreciate more than anything now. Regardless of the fact that we lived in the ghetto, our mother taught us culture. She would braid all four of my sisters’ hair listening to opera, and she would often take us for walks to the local library or museums. She read to us almost every night from a children’s bible that she received for one of us as a gift. She bought me an Edgar Alan Poe book collection and a chemistry set for a Christmas gift. All four of my sisters learned to play the violin. Our mother, through her actions and what she exposed us to, taught us to expand our horizons beyond the culture we lived
The greatest motivation for me to attend CCU is the faith that my mother displayed in those days at Park Place. My mother had a college degree, she had more earning power than my dad, yet she yielded to his leadership. I remember even my his sisters complaining to her about our lifestyle, and stating that they would just go out and seek a job to help provide a better life for their children if put in her situation, but instead she became a stay-at-home mom. That decision helped us kids more than we could understand at the time, and it is something we appreciate more than anything now. Regardless of the fact that we lived in the ghetto, our mother taught us culture. She would braid all four of my sisters’ hair listening to opera, and she would often take us for walks to the local library or museums. She read to us almost every night from a children’s bible that she received for one of us as a gift. She bought me an Edgar Alan Poe book collection and a chemistry set for a Christmas gift. All four of my sisters learned to play the violin. Our mother, through her actions and what she exposed us to, taught us to expand our horizons beyond the culture we lived