When I started with ROCK, I thought our participants were just like the kids from the suburbs I had worked with in the past. My former notion changed, when two weeks into my start at ROCK, my supervisor, Erica Hernandez, requested I attend a conference downtown. As I listened to the speeches, I found myself fighting the early morning “sleepy head-bob”, until one particular high school student stood in front of the podium to tell her story. She vividly explained how she had witnessed seeing her mother killed by her mother’s boyfriend.
Her story was heart-wrenching. While she spoke about her siblings, Erica and I made the connection. Her little sister was a ROCK participant. This is when I came to the conclusion that our participants weren’t like any of the young people I have worked with. Each of our students has a different story. This is when I realized ROCK was where I was supposed to be.
In May of this year, I was offered the Elementary School Coordinator position, and was more than thrilled to accept. So as I continue my journey through life, I will use my experiences, and more importantly, the stories of those surrounding me as my stepping stones. Fortunately, that path continues through ROCK.








