This I believe...

This week ended the 4 year run of the modern series "This I believe" which aired on Sunday mornings on National Public Radio. Like many of you, I was fascinated by the reflective quality of the writings selected for the program. They were penned by ordinary people from all walks of life, writing clearly about the things in life the held on to as beliefs. It got me thinking about an essay I wrote a few months ago of a similar theme. I originally wrote my piece as a personal journal exercise as I tried to discover my foundations, make sense of my current midlife transition and the lessons 40 years have gathered. Here is a portion of what I wrote that day as my contribution to the "This I believe" series:

The opportunity to travel, has been a base from which I have formed many of my current beliefs. Roaming the world, its variety of cultures, the customs and habits of people with diverse values, has brought me to an awareness of the variation in our beliefs. I have gained an appreciation for what it takes from the personal spirit to solve basic yet complex questions of what we believe, in order to survive as unbroken.

I was fortunate to be born into a strongly middle class Ghanaian family that valued discovery, education and exploration. I was encouraged in my youth to wonder about and discover what was around the bend. At the age of 5, my mother placed me on an airplane to go from Accra to London for a school shopping trip. Upon arriving, I recall my wonderment at the different sounds of foreign voices I had never heard. The strongest impression I had on that first significant excursion was that my fears where separated from the uncertainty around me. I had a core sense that if I stayed determined, I would find my way through what I did not understand in that large airport to make my way towards my purpose. I recall the sense of certainty I got within myself as I focused on my mothers parting words to me, spoken in Twe and translated as “you are my greatest expectation”. Those words, drove me on. Her voice lent to me courage to focus on my path and to seek out my purpose for being so far away from home.

At the age of 11 y.o., I left home for good as the family struggled to fight against the military coups and political strife of that era in Ghana. I found my foundations jolted and tested. Overnight, my reality had been turned upside down. I ended up in America by my fathers efforts, living with strangers, akin to foster care. I became a servant boy, taking care of chores and the needs of the families I was placed with. All the while I searched inside for who I was and how I ended up so far away the life I new. I spent many years looking for a way to go back home. To go back to the life I had left behind, to the family that loved me, to the family I loved and laughed with.

As I settled into a reluctant life here in the United States late into my teenage years, I began to gain an awareness that it was truly too late to go back to my family. They had adjusted without me and moved on. This country would be my home. I somehow understood that I need to find a way to embrace the culture and manner of this great and diverse nation. I came to a realization then, that I would for the most part encounter Americans on their terms. In a manner of speaking, I will always be meeting others on their home turf. As that reality became part of my sense of the world, I became aware of the parts of me that I needed to maintain to survive in a fast moving complex world of interactions. Growing up alone, I took for granted those principles which had guided me out of Accra and into America.

I have traveled a great deal since then. I have made four major relocation's as well, each has brought a significant shift into a different phase of my life. Accepting these shifts have not been easy, yet they have shared consistent threads of my awareness of my core beliefs. The value of honesty and integrity in who I am, openness about my deeper purpose towards others, and a willingness to offer others a basic level of trust as a way of connecting our shared humanity.


In my travels and experiences encountering those who have not been so fortunate to have found a way to solve life's challenges, I realized the importance of knowing who you are at your core. Knowing what you believe in as a foundation of strength. Those core values have served me well. They have allowed me to discover within myself that I am not alone and that my journey, although without a family along the way to lean on, is not much different from what we all share.

It has been my experience that others, regardless of background respond to an honest expression of who you are. It becomes a base of finding out who they are. The people I have met in life thus far, tend for the most part to appreciate the open expression of ones purpose towards them. I have found that this has a way of drawing to you those that share a similar path and sending off those that don't share a path. I believe people, even the worst amongst us, respond well to being offered a clear level of basic trust when encountered. This core value of offering trust has protected me from harm in many dangerous places and in situations where focusing on my fears may have ended my life.

My sense of what I believe in is rooted simply in what feels comfortable to my being, what feels right when I spend time with a person, whether they are familiar to me or not. My beliefs are always guided by honesty, purpose and trust. My childhood instinct of determination grounds these beliefs in a base. Encountering others of varied cultures and customs through my travels have affirmed these ways to me. They may occasionally, require some variation in how they are expressed, yet these are my core foundations. I will venture to say they were in me at birth. Perhaps, someday soon, I will travel to a place where I will encounter my mother. I will ask her for myself if she saw these core beliefs in me in the years before I left home that fateful time.