Was surfing the net earlier today and came across this image on the Organizing for America blog. Organizing for America succeeds Obama for America, which helped elect the 44th president.
Can’t Hang Like I Used To 10/23/2009
When I left my graveyard-shift job this morning, I listened to the Steve Harvey Morning Show and realized he was broadcasting live from Howard University for homecoming. The campus was a few minutes drive from my workplace so I drove over, thinking it would be fun to watch the show. Two things quickly became apparent to me: One, I forget how to get around the campus and two, I can’t hang like I used to. I was running on a few hours sleep and could feel Mr. Sandman calling my name. But I went over to Cramton Auditorium anyway, guided by a phone call to a dear friend/Howard alumnus.
And I’m glad I went because I enjoyed the off-air antics of the bestselling author and comedian particularly as he clowned a young lady about her cooking or his sidekick nephew’s critique of the “Balloon Boy” saga or his challenge for women to dance to the go-go classic “Da’ Butt.” Harvey also wondered how the upcoming entertainment line-up for homecoming didn’t seem to include any go-go performances, a highly percussive and interactive music form rooted in the metropolitan D.C. area.
I also loved the sound check and performance of singer Ledisi who opened an inspiring song about faith and later, her comments about holding on despite enduring setbacks. Harvey noted that special blessings God has for you are often on the other side of breaking points, that the tests produce testimonies.
Acclaimed actress Taraji P. Henson , an alumnus, also appeared and she candidly talked about following her dreams and being mindful of the company you keep. She joked about avoiding people with funky dispositions or dark clouds hanging over them because don’t think “it won’t rain on you” if you’re standing beside them. When asked whether she could foresee her current success, the Oscar-nominated actress said she had to visualized a vision of achievement, one implanted by her late father who constantly let her know that she has to dream it before she can see it come to fruition.
With struggling loved ones in mind today, I want to consider the message of Ledisi’s song, “It’s Alright,” which she wrote when she slept on the floor and felt like she was the furthest away from her goals, purpose.



