By Hugh Rowe
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February 19, 2025
I was slated to leave Jamaica on the only flight scheduled to leave Kingston for JFK, New York on the afternoon of Sunday October 11, 1998. I didn’t get much sleep as the day prior I took a group of five young men to perform at various churches around the island. I was both their manager and mentor, and they all looked up to me although there was on average a four-year difference in our ages. I began mentoring while I was in high school without realizing what I was doing until years later. As far as I was concerned, I was doing something that made others motivated to become a better version o f themselves and it felt great seeing the positive impact I was having on them. We left Kingston a little before 7 am that Saturday morning and drove for almost three hours to Montego Bay where they performed at a church Service. We stayed for lunch and left later that afternoon for Mandeville, where we had two stops to make to perform before heading back to Kingston. On the drive back we recalled the high and low points of our time together and how God had guided us along the way. We laughed as we shared pleasant stories about the things we accomplished and the joy it brought us in the process. Even now I often remember those times which bring a smile and at times a sigh as I replay certain occasions in my thoughts. I remember them dropping me home and promising to return in a few hours later to drive me to the airport. It was already after midnight, and I had a lot of packing to do. I wasn’t looking forward to missing my friends and leaving a life of service behind, however, I was anxious to see my mother who I know was counting down the minutes when she would see her son. The morning went by quickly and before I knew it my friends were back banging on my door. It was time to leave for the airport. With suitcases in the trunk, I double checked to make sure I had my passport, plane ticket, travel and immigration documents and my one hundred dollars in American currency. (That was all I had left after paying bills). As we headed to the airport, we picked up where we left off the night before. We talked about our work at churches, the numerous times we spent volunteering at the children’s home that we adopted. Countless hours were spent teaching the children about God, helping them with their chores and homework. At times we would play games with them or listen to special guests whom we had invited to come in and teach them about life skills. We arrived at the airport early enough for me to check in and spend more time with my friends. We joked some more until it was time for boarding. Farewells, best wishes and hugs were exchanged when it was time for me to go through the security check point. Getting through customs and arriving the gate for boarding that Sunday afternoon was quick and as I walk across the tarmac, I looked towards the waving gallery and there they were – waving hysterically. Turning my body towards them, I gestured frantically for a few moments before ascending the steps and stepping inside the airplane. As I took my seat, I again reflected on the past few hours and how quickly time seemed to go by. The feeling of missing my friends was replaced by the anxiety of seeing my mother. It had been a few years, and I was looking forward to seeing her again. I was brought back to reality by the sound of the door being closed and the captain making the welcome announcement while the flight attendants went through their pre-departure routine. Pulling away from the gate, the captain came back on the intercom with the flight information while the flight attendants began doing their demonstrations. For a minute my mind drifted to what awaited me in a new country and how I would make use of the opportunity that was given to me. I had a hundred dollars and a dream of making it big. I wasn’t certain about the ‘how’ but I was willing to work hard and give it my all. These were some of the memories I shared with the stranger I met in the park in April of 2001. I told him that I thought these things would give me ‘credit’ with God and hence be blessed somehow. I saw them as good works and was awaiting some form of compensation from God. I was disappointed when he told me God was grateful (Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. Matthew 25:40). "However," he stated, "this is not the way to achieve success." From your volunteering you have experienced fulfilment, but success comes differently, and it was obvious you are confused regarding the meaning and the path to both.” After a few days had passed since our meeting I finally decided to give him a call. I wasn’t sure he would answer, and my doubts were laid to rest when he picked up and call me by my name. "I wasn't sure you were going to pick up," I told him. "O ye of little faith," he responded and proceeded to ask me a few follow-up questions. I was still nervous, however as time went on I became more comfortable. After talking for almost an hour he said, "I must leave now as I have a matter that I must attend to." I told him that was fine by me and I enjoyed the conversation. Before hanging up he told me he had an assignment for me. I inquired what it was - to which he responded, "I want you to look into the lives of as many successful people as you can find. It doesn't matter their area of specialty; the arts, sports, business, politics, music etc. Read up on them. If a biographical documentary is available - watch it. What ever the material, I want you to review it." "Oh-kay," I responded slowly. I thought he was finished when he said, "Make a note of the things, trait, habits they have in common and here is the kicker - find a character in the bible who has those traits and did the same things." "What?" I shot back. I was a bit confused and he sensed it. Immediately he told me to call him back when I was finished with the assignment. "What does the bible have to do with finding success?" I asked. He hung up without responding. I took the assignment, not knowing what I would find. Over the three years that followed I made regular check ins with my findings. Each time he would tell me to keep reading. In the end I was shocked at what I discovered. After hearing my findings my mentor smiled and said, "If what you found is true, why not prove each point for yourself?" This took me ten years and in the end I had a rough draft for Joseph's Memoirs.