Think Big: Unleashing Your Potential for Excellence

Think Big\ Unleashing Your Potential for Excellence \ \ By Ben Carson Cecil Murphey \ Zondervan\ Copyright © 1992 Benjamin Carson, M.D.\ All right reserved. \ ISBN: 0-310-21459-9 \ \ \ Chapter One\ Do It Better! \ It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds. In the best books, great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours. God be thanked for books, they are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages. Books are true levelers, they give to all who will faithfully use them, the society, the spiritual presence, of the best and greatest of our race.\ William Ellery Channing\ Benjamin, is this your report card?" my mother asked as she picked up the folded white card from the table.\ "Uh, yeah," I said, trying to sound casual. Too ashamed to hand it to her, I had dropped it on the table, hoping that she wouldn't notice until after I went to bed.\ It was the first report card I had received from Higgins Elementary School since we had moved back from Boston to Detroit, only a few months earlier.\ I had been in the fifth grade not even two weeks before everyone considered me the dumbest kid in the class and frequently made jokes about me. Before long I too began to feel as though I really was the most stupid kid in fifth grade. Despite Mother's frequently saying, "You're smart, Bennie. You can do anything you want to do," I did not believe her.\ No one else in school thought I was smart, either.\ Now, as Mother examined my report card, she asked, "What's this grade in reading?" (Her tone of voice told think big me that I was in trouble.) Although I was embarrassed, I did not think too much about it. Mother knew that I wasn't doing well in math, but she did not know I was doing so poorly in every subject.\ While she slowly read my report card, reading everything one word at a time, I hurried into my room and started to get ready for bed. A few minutes later, Mother came into my bedroom.\ "Benjamin," she said, "are these your grades?" She held the card in front of me as if I hadn't seen it before.\ "Oh, yeah, but you know, it doesn't mean much."\ "No, that's not true, Bennie. It means a lot."\ "Just a report card."\ "But it's more than that."\ Knowing I was in for it now, I prepared to listen, yet I was not all that interested. I did not like school very much and there was no reason why I should. Inasmuch as I was the dumbest kid in the class, what did I have to look forward to? The others laughed at me and made jokes about me every day.\ "Education is the only way you're ever going to escape poverty," she said. "It's the only way you're ever going to get ahead in life and be successful. Do you understand that?"\ "Yes, Mother," I mumbled.\ "If you keep on getting these kinds of grades you're going to spend the rest of your life on skid row, or at best sweeping floors in a factory. That's not the kind of life that I want for you. That's not the kind of life that God wants for you."\ I hung my head, genuinely ashamed. My mother had been raising me and my older brother, Curtis, by herself. Having only a third-grade education herself, she knew the value of what she did not have. Daily she drummed into Curtis and me that we had to do our best in school.\ "You're just not living up to your potential," she said. "I've got two mighty smart boys and I know they can do better."\ I had done my best - at least I had when I first started at Higgins Elementary School. How could I do much when I did not understand anything going on in our class?\ In Boston we had attended a parochial school, but I hadn't learned much because of a teacher who seemed more interested in talking to another female teacher than in teaching us. Possibly, this teacher was not solely to blame - perhaps I wasn't emotionally able to learn much. My parents had separated just before we went to Boston, when I was eight years old. I loved both my mother and father and went through considerable trauma over their separating. For months afterward, I kept thinking that my parents would get back together, that my daddy would come home again the way he used to, and that we could be the same old family again - but he never came back. Consequently, we moved to Boston and lived with Aunt Jean and Uncle William Avery in a tenement building for two years until Mother had saved enough money to bring us back to Detroit.\ Mother kept shaking the report card at me as she sat on the side of my bed. "You have to work harder. You have to use that good brain that God gave you, Bennie. Do you understand that?"\ "Yes, Mother." Each time she paused, I would dutifully say those words.\ "I work among rich people, people who are educated," she said. "I watch how they act, and I know they can do anything they want to do. And so can you." She put her arm on my shoulder. "Bennie, you can do anything they can do - only you can do it better!"\ Mother had said those words before. Often. At the time, they did not mean much to me. Why should they? I really believed that I was the dumbest kid in fifth grade, but of course, I never told her that.\ "I just don't know what to do about you boys," she said. "I'm going to talk to God about you and Curtis." She paused, stared into space, then said (more to herself than to me), "I need the Lord's guidance on what to do. You just can't bring in any more report cards like this."\ As far as I was concerned, the report card matter was over.\ The next day was like the previous ones - just another bad day in school, another day of being laughed at because I did not get a single problem right in arithmetic and couldn't get any words right on the spelling test. As soon as I came home from school, I changed into play clothes and ran outside. Most of the boys my age played softball, or the game I liked best, "Tip the Top."\ We played Tip the Top by placing a bottle cap on one of the sidewalk cracks. Then taking a ball - any kind that bounced - we'd stand on a line and take turns throwing the ball at the bottle top, trying to flip it over. Whoever succeeded got two points. If anyone actually moved the cap more than a few inches, he won five points. Ten points came if he flipped it into the air and it landed on the other side.\ When it grew dark or we got tired, Curtis and I would finally go inside and watch TV. The set stayed on until we went to bed. Because Mother worked long hours, she was never home until just before we went to bed. Sometimes I would awaken when I heard her unlocking the door.\ Two evenings after the incident with the report card, Mother came home about an hour before our bedtime. Curtis and I were sprawled out, watching TV. She walked across the room, snapped off the set, and faced both of us. "Boys," she said, "you're wasting too much of your time in front of that television. You don't get an education from staring at television all the time."\ Before either of us could make a protest, she told us that she had been praying for wisdom. "The Lord's told me what to do," she said. "So from now on, you will not watch television, except for two preselected programs each week."\ "Just two programs?" I could hardly believe she would say such a terrible thing. "That's not -"\ "And only after you've done your homework. Furthermore, you don't play outside after school, either, until you've done all your homework."\ "Everybody else plays outside right after school," I said, unable to think of anything except how bad it would be if I couldn't play with my friends. "I won't have any friends if I stay in the house all the time -"\ "That may be," Mother said, "but everybody else is not going to be as successful as you are -"\ "But, Mother -"\ "This is what we're going to do. I asked God for wisdom, and this is the answer I got."\ I tried to offer several other arguments, but Mother was firm. I glanced at Curtis, expecting him to speak up, but he did not say anything. He lay on the floor, staring at his feet.\ "Don't worry about everybody else. The whole world is full of 'everybody else,' you know that? But only a few make a significant achievement."\ The loss of TV and play time was bad enough. I got up off the floor, feeling as if everything was against me. Mother wasn't going to let me play with my friends, and there would be no more television - almost none, anyway. She was stopping me from having any fun in life.\ "And that isn't all," she said. "Come back, Bennie."\ I turned around, wondering what else there could be.\ "In addition," she said, "to doing your homework, you have to read two books from the library each week. Every single week."\ "Two books? Two?" Even though I was in fifth grade, I had never read a whole book in my life.\ "Yes, two. When you finish reading them, you must write me a book report just like you do at school. You're not living up to your potential, so I'm going to see that you do."\ Usually Curtis, who was two years older, was the more rebellious. But this time he seemed to grasp the wisdom of what Mother said. He did not say one word.\ She stared at Curtis. "You understand?"\ He nodded.\ "Bennie, is it clear?"\ "Yes, Mother." I agreed to do what Mother told me - it wouldn't have occurred to me not to obey - but I did not like it. Mother was being unfair and demanding more of us than other parents did.\ (Continues...)\ \ \ \ \ Excerpted from Think Big by Ben Carson Cecil Murphey Copyright © 1992 by Benjamin Carson, M.D.. Excerpted by permission.\ All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.\ Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. \ \

Contents Introduction 9Part 1Giving Their Best and Thinking Big1. Do It Better! 132. My Mother, Sonya Carson 313. Mentors, Inspirers, and Influencers 574. Medical Mentors 715. Other Significant People 896. Builders for Eternity 997. Parents and Patients 1138. Taking Risks 1279. Not Enough 139Part 2You Can Give Your Best and Think Big10. Thinking Big 15111. Honesty Shows 16912. Insightful Thoughts 17713. Nice Guys Finish 19514. Knowledge Counts 20515. Books Are for Reading 21916. In-depth Learning 23117. Caution: God at Work 24318. Reaching for Success 257