I was born into the MTV Generation in aMidwestern city, that claimed the title “City of Firsts.” It was a typical industrial city whereChrysler and Delphi held us together, with typicalmid-sized city challenges. I grew up in an area thePolice Department referred to as
but tothose of us who lived there, it was just the NorthEnd.
The North End
was similar to any otherneighborhood you might find in a Midwestern city.It wasn’t quite the hard streets of Detroit orChicago, but we had our fair share of crime andlower-income housing. When Momma tried to sellour home, it appraised in the low twenties.But this isn’t a story about a typical kid growingup in a typically Midwestern neighborhood. Nor is ita story about the struggle to survive or desire toescape. This is my story about the pursuit of thedream, right here in Kokomo, Indiana, a city thatwas nearly destroyed by a tornado in the sixties. The dream? To become a Kokomo police officer.But the journey turned out to be as unpredictableas the path of a tornado.
is a story of persistence, hope,disappointment and, ultimately, the incrediblefreeing power of forgiveness.Go ahead, climb into the passenger seat. I’mtaking you on a ride-along.