To those Who Say They Can't,
“Don’t give up, don’t ever give up.” Jimmy Valvano
Growing up, literacy has always been a constant battle for me. From the time I was in sixth grade through my junior year in high school, my results on standardized tests left many people puzzled. When it came to math and science I was always able to achieve exceptional scores, to the point where excel programs would constantly be recommended for me to help challenge me. When it came to reading comprehension and writing skills, I scored so low that I qualified for special assistance annually. This differentiation in my scores led many teachers to a state of uncertainty of what to do with me. Most teachers thought I simply chose not to try on these sections of the tests, so I was often labeled as a smart student who never fully applied himself.
Little did my teachers know, I had ADD. It’s not that I wasn’t trying to apply myself, I simply was not able to sit down and read one book for an extended period of time. Math and science were always fun because I would never be doing the same thing for the whole class period, and science tended to be hands-on learning. When reading books, my mind would start to wander, and when it came time for teachers to check for understanding of the material I read, I often didn’t know the answers. It was frustrating not knowing the answer. I tried to focus, but when I was consistently ridiculed; I eventually I shut down, and quit reading and writing, because I struggled finding the purpose for reading or writing something when I was just going to get ridiculed on. Many teachers made me feel like I wasn’t important, and stupid. I can remember three teachers pulling me aside after class and telling me I need to start paying attention, and that I deserved to struggle because of my lack of concentration. My freshman year in High School I had a Spanish teacher tell me I was too stupid to move on to the next level of Spanish my sophomore year in front of the entire class. Even though this bothered me, I chose not to make a big deal out of it. I was used to teachers giving up on me, so how was this any different?
When it came time for my ACT test, I once again managed to put up bizarre results. I scored a 30 on the math section,and 28 on the science, but when it came to reading comprehension I got a disappointing 17, and a 15 on my writing, making my composite score 23, which looked close to average if you were to look at the composite score. Shortly after I took the ACT, I was officially diagnosed with ADD. I had finally started receiving medicine, and I was able to focus in the classroom better.
My senior year I started getting recruited by many schools around Iowa to play football. I can remember Wartburg made a good impression on me, so when one of my teachers asked me if I had decided on a college, I told him I was leaning towards Wartburg, and he was quick to let me know I should really consider community college, because he felt I wasn’t going to be able to handle a four-year college. He wasn't the first educator to tell me this, as I was advised after taking the PSAT to either go to community college or simply join the work force out of high school.
I didn’t let his words or the PSAT stop me, and decided to go to Wartburg thanks to the assurance and advice from a good family friend that had always been there for me, who honestly was one of the few people who believed in me from the start. Three weeks after I graduated high school, I got one of the worst phone calls of my life. I had found out that Bernie had died in an accident at work.
I really didn’t know how to respond to this situation. I was asked by Bernie’s son Tanner, who was my age and has been one of my closest friends, to tell my mom to call him, so he could tell her what happened. My mom was at work that night, and after I got a hold of her I let her know she needed to call Tanner. She called him and found out the news and quickly rushed to the hospital to be with Bambi (Bernie’s wife).
Bernie and Bambi were my brother’s Godparents, and he was a mess from this, while my sister was still too young to realize what was going on. I can remember my grandparents took my brother and sister to Minnesota for a week after the funeral, and during that week my parents wanted me to sleep on their floor for some reason.
When it came time for college to start up I really had no desire to go anymore. I had lost one of the few people who believed in me outside of my family, and I honestly quit believing in myself. After my freshman year, I had barely made it through, but still passed with roughly a 2.5 GPA. I looked into transferring to Hawkeye Community College, or working full-time at Fareway because I started believing that the advising I received in High School was probably right.
The summer after my Freshman year God blessed me a great pep talk from one of my best friends in High School dad. I remember it clear as day, he asked me how my first year of college went. I started listing off reasons left and right for my struggles. It was at this moment when he told me something that stays with me still to this day. He looked at me in the eye while cracking a smile and told me, " I can
only blame myself for receiving the grades I got and that nothing was handed to him growing up, he worked for everything he recieved and I need to start realizing this as well."
Going into my Sophmore year God blessed me with someone special to come into my life for a year and ultimately bring me closer to Him. She helped proof-read my many papers, and tutored me through my basic religion class. As time went on she would always freak out on me and eventually started calling me stupid, and such as she was proofing my papers. I don't believe she meant these words, but for myself it really killed any confidence I had.
A little more than a year ago I wanted to quit. I felt alone. No one understood what I was going through. Society had constantly told me that I was going nowhere, and the one person who truly did believe in me wasn't there anymore.
"But not so fast my friend!"- Lee Corso
In steps Jesus. In my darkest time, and in the darkest valley where it seemed like I had no where to go. I couldn't get enough of Him. I read at least six or seven books about Him and His love for me. I couldn't close my Bible, and slowly I started to realize that.. Yeah I am totally worthless........... Without Jesus! With Christ in your life, all things are possible for the glory of his name. I have a message for all the people who called me dumb, stupid, told me I couldn't handle a four-year college, etc.
I made the Dean's List this Winter/May Term!
Also in May 2012, I will be the first person to graduate Wartburg College with an All Social-Studies endorsement. Once again, God granted me the strength to defy the odds. Every professor I talked to told me it would be nearly impossible to accomplish this in four years, yet God has given me the strength, determination, and perseverance to achieve this degree in four-years when it should have taken me at least five years if not more.
Also in May 2012, I will be the first person to graduate Wartburg College with an All Social-Studies endorsement. Once again, God granted me the strength to defy the odds. Every professor I talked to told me it would be nearly impossible to accomplish this in four years, yet God has given me the strength, determination, and perseverance to achieve this degree in four-years when it should have taken me at least five years if not more.
But maybe I should reword this statement. Sure I got my name on the list of people who made it on Wartburg's website, sure my name is getting published in the newspaper. Sure I will go down in Wartburg's history book as the first graduate with an All Social-Studies endorsement, but I don't want the glory. You see I believe God has used me through this time for much bigger and better things. God put me in classes where my faith would be tested, where I would have to stand up for what I believe in, where classmates would become annoyed with the "Jesus Freak." And you know what?
Who gives a crap about what other people say. People of this earth don't know everything. People out there don't know you. You were uniquely and beautifully made by the God of the Universe! Wouldn't it make sense to think that He knows you better than the people of this world? I can promise you this much. God might let you win a football game when other people say you can't, but I can guarantee that He will guide you into that game, and in the end His name will be glorified because of it. Whether it is two minutes after the game or at a 50 year class reunion.
In my life right now, I have people who tell me that I can't, or I won't. Maybe they're right, all I know is that whatever the outcome I trust in all my heart that God's name will be glorified. I am so sick of all the negativity in this world. Why can't people shut up? But more importantly why can't people just listen to the true voice that knows them, cares about them, understands them, and loves them? If you don't know how to hear that voice the best way to get to recognize it is by opening up the 66-book love-letter He wrote you and soak it up!
So like the opening quote. Don't give up, don't ever give up! There is an eternal Father in Heaven that right now loves you and admirers you. Don't give up on Him, because He will never give up on you. Even though the darkness may last for the night, His joy comes with the morning!
Here are some Verses to check out to back up what I'm talking about,
Isaiah 40:31; Proverbs 25:14; Luke 11:23; Philippians 4:13; Matthew 19:26; Psalm 23:4; James 1:17; John 3:16; Job 1:21
In Christ,
Chris