The Pact: Three Young Men Make a Promise and Fulfill a Dream

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The true story of how three young men join forces to beat the odds and become doctors.

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Editorial Reviews

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In the Newark, New Jersey, ghetto where the authors grew up, no one was expected to become an achiever in any way. Poor kids from broken homes were much more likely to become heroin addicts or, if they were lucky, drug dealers. But George Jenkins, Sampson Davis, and Rameck Hunt didn't succumb to peer pressure; they thrived on it. Prodding each other toward their goals, this trio succeeded, each becoming a doctor. Their inspiring story doesn't neglect or trivialize the obstacles that confront even the most valorous inner-city teenager.
Dallas Morning News
A powerful message of hope.
Philadelphia Enquirer
Gripping, courageous, and inspiring.
Publishers Weekly
Growing up in broken homes in a crime-ridden area of Newark, N.J., these three authors could easily have followed their childhood friends into lives of drug-dealing, gangs and prison. They tell harrowing stories of being arrested for assault and mugging drug dealers, and of the lack of options they saw as black teenagers. But when their high school was visited by a recruiter from a college aimed at preparing minority students for medical school, the three friends decided to make something of their lives. Through the rigors of medical and dental school, and a brief detour into performing rap music at local clubs, they supported each other. Today, Davis and Hunt are doctors, and Jenkins is a dentist; the men's Three Doctors Foundation funds scholarships to give other poor black kids the same opportunities. The authors aren't professional readers, and it shows. They're clearly reading aloud, not speaking spontaneously. But the authenticity of their urban accents and the earnestness and sincerity in their voices give their inspiring tale an immediacy that would be lost with a professional narrator. Based on the Riverhead hardcover (Forecasts, Apr. 22). (June)n Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
This production is based on the inspiring story of three young, lower-middle-class black friends who live in Newark, NJ, and make a pact to help each other to reach their shared goal of becoming doctors, and they do so despite innumerable daunting experiences. The audiobook presents another theme central to the lives of Davis, George Jenkins, and Rameck Hunt-giving back. Teens, especially those at risk, who hear this tale of the authors' struggle to make something of their lives in the face of the enormous temptations of the street and to support each other so that all three might succeed will receive a gift: an extraordinary model of self-determination. They will also be moved by the earnest tone of the narration, provided by the men themselves. Highly recommended for all public and secondary school library collections.-Mark Pumphrey, Polk Cty. P.L., Columbus, NC Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-This is the collective memoir of three 29-year-old African-American men from broken impoverished homes around Newark, NJ. Davis is an emergency-room physician, Hunt is an internist, and Jenkins is a dentist; each one takes a turn narrating a chapter. As teens, they made a pact to stick together through college and medical school, to help one another reach their goals. The advice they give is to work hard toward your objectives, avoid hanging out with those who will have a detrimental influence on you, and surround yourself with friends who have similar dreams and ambitions. The authors are frank about their mistakes, temporary failures, disappointments, and shortcomings. They started mentoring programs such as Ujima while they were still college freshmen, and today they run the Three Doctors Foundation. Many teens will be captivated by the men's accounts of their childhoods, their families, the street life that threatened to swallow them up, and how they helped one another succeed.-Joyce Fay Fletcher, Rippon Middle School, Prince William County, VA Copyright 2003 Cahners Business Information.
From The Critics
Three young African-American men make a high-school pact to abandon the lure of street life in Newark, New Jersey and become doctors. This volume chronicles their struggle to succeed, from childhood through medical and dental school graduation, emphasizing throughout how their mutual support and friendship was the key to their achieving their goals. Perfect for junior high and high school aged youth seeking inspiration. Annotation c. Book News, Inc., Portland, OR (booknews.com)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780756990671
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 5/28/2003
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 166,293
  • Product dimensions: 4.00 (w) x 7.00 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

George Jenkins, Sampson Davis, and Rameck Hunt grew up together in Newark and graduated from Seton Hall University. Davis and Hunt received their medical degrees from the Robert Wood Johnson Medical School, and Jenkins received his dentistry degree from the University of Medicine and Dentistry. The three doctors are the recipients of the Essence Lifetime Achievement Award. All three continue to live in Newark.
George Jenkins, Sampson Davis, and Rameck Hunt grew up together in Newark and graduated from Seton Hall University. Davis and Hunt received their medical degrees from the Robert Wood Johnson Medical School, and Jenkins received his dentistry degree from the University of Medicine and Dentistry. The three doctors are the recipients of the Essence Lifetime Achievement Award. All three continue to live in Newark.
George Jenkins, Sampson Davis, and Rameck Hunt grew up together in Newark and graduated from Seton Hall University. Davis and Hunt received their medical degrees from the Robert Wood Johnson Medical School, and Jenkins received his dentistry degree from the University of Medicine and Dentistry. The three doctors are the recipients of the Essence Lifetime Achievement Award. All three continue to live in Newark.
Lisa Frazier Page is a national award-winning writer for The Washington Post.

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Introduction

WE TREAT THEM in our hospitals every day.

They are young brothers, often drug dealers, gang members, or small-time criminals, who show up shot, stabbed, or beaten after a hustle gone bad. To some of our medical colleagues, they are just nameless thugs, perpetuating crime and death in neighborhoods that have seen far too much of those things. But when we look into their faces, we see ourselves as teenagers, we see our friends, we see what we easily could have become as young adults. And we're reminded of the thin line that separates us-three twenty-nine-year-old doctors (an emergency-room physician, an internist, and a dentist)-from these patients whose lives are filled with danger and desperation.

We grew up in poor, broken homes in New Jersey neighborhoods riddled with crime, drugs, and death, and came of age in the 1980s at the height of a crack epidemic that ravaged communities like ours throughout the nation. There were no doctors or lawyers walking the streets of our communities. Where we lived, hustlers reigned, and it was easy to follow their example. Two of us landed in juvenile-detention centers before our eighteenth birthdays. But inspired early by caring and imaginative role models, one of us in childhood latched on to a dream of becoming a dentist, steered clear of trouble, and in his senior year of high school persuaded his two best friends to apply to a college program for minority students interested in becoming doctors. We knew we'd never survive if we went after it alone. And so we made a pact: we'd help one another through, no matter what.

In college, the three of us stuck together to survive and thrive in a world that was different from anything we had ever known. We provided one another with a kind of positive peer pressure. From the moment we made our pact, the competition was on. When one of us finished his college application, the other two rushed to send theirs out. When we participated in a six-week remedial program at Seton Hall University the summer before our freshman year, each of us felt pressured to perform well because we knew our friends would excel and we didn't want to embarrass ourselves or lag behind. When one of us made an A on a test, the others strived to make A's, too.

We studied together. We worked summer jobs together. We partied together. And we learned to solve our problems together. We are doctors today because of the positive influences that we had on one another.

The lives of most impressionable young people are defined by their friends, whether they are black, white, Hispanic, or Asian; whether they are rich, poor, or middle-class; whether they live in the city, the suburbs, or the country. Among boys, particularly, there seems to be some macho code that says to gain respect, you have to prove that you're bad. We know firsthand that the wrong friends can lead you to trouble. But even more, they can tear down hopes, dreams, and possibilities. We know, too, that the right friends inspire you, pull you through, rise with you.

Each of us experienced friendships that could have destroyed our lives. We suspect that many of the young brothers we treat every day in our hospitals are entangled in such friendships-friendships that require them to prove their toughness and manhood daily, even at the risk of losing their own lives. The three of us were blessed. We found in one another a friendship that works in a powerful way; a friendship that helped three vulnerable boys grow into successful men; a friendship that ultimately helped save our lives.

But it wasn't always easy. There were times when one of us was ready to give up, and times when we made bad decisions. Some of that is ugly and difficult to admit, and we suffered pain and other consequences. But we have laid it all out here nonetheless.

We did this because we hope that our story will inspire others, so that even those young people who feel trapped by their circumstances, or pulled by peer pressure in the wrong directions, might look for a way out not through drugs, alcohol, crime, or dares but through the power of friendship. And within our story are many others, of mentors, friends, relatives, and even strangers we met along the way, whose goodwill and good deeds made a difference in our lives. We hope our story will also demonstrate that anyone with enough compassion has the power to transform and redirect someone else's troubled life.

If we have succeeded at all in helping to turn even a single life around or in opening a window of hope, then this book was well worth our effort.

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Table of Contents

Introduction 9
1. Dreaming Big 15
2. Home 29
3. Ma 62
4. Common Ground 87
5. Caged 107
6. A Big Break 123
7. Hope 140
George on Peer Pressure 147
8. Summer Odyssey 152
9. Earth Angel 165
10. A Different World 178
Rameck on Giving Back 198
11. Rap 202
12. Lovesick 218
13. Access Med 224
14. Old Ties 243
15. D.W.B. 264
16. Becoming Doctors 274
Sam on Perseverance 294
17. Graduation 299
18. Goodbye 308
19. Home Again 317
Epilogue 331
Acknowledgments 339
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First Chapter

Chapter 1

DREAMING BIG

George

MY EYES FOLLOWED the dentist's gloved hands from the silver tray next to my chair to my wide-open mouth.

"What's that for?" I asked, pointing at the funny-looking pliers he was holding.

At eleven, I sported a set of seriously crooked teeth, and my mother had taken me to the University of Medicine and Dentistry in Newark to get braces that we hoped would improve my smile.

My curiosity must have impressed the dentist, because he not only explained his tools and how he planned to use them; he also taught me the names and number of teeth and how to count and classify them. A few minutes later, he quizzed me to see how much I remembered.

Our little game left me so excited that I could hardly wait for my next appointment. That was when I began thinking about becoming a dentist someday.

I don't remember the dentist's name, but I never forgot what he did for me. He gave me a dream. And there was no greater gift for a smart kid growing up in a place where dreams were snatched away all the time.

I spent the first seven years of my life in Apartment 5G of the Stella Wright Housing Projects with my mother and older brother. Our building was a graffiti-covered, thirteen-story high-rise with elevators that smelled like urine and sometimes didn't work. Like public-housing projects in major cities across the country, the Stella Wright development was massive: sixteen high-rises stretched over two blocks. They were packed with hundreds of poor families like mine, mostly mothers and children, few fathers in sight.

My favorite place was the playground. But like so many structures around the development, it stayed in disrepair. My friends and I were constantly climbing, jumping, and swinging on broken-down equipment that daily threatened our lives.

One day when I was five, I was playing on the wooden jungle gym and tried to skip over a missing plank to get to the sliding board. My jump was short, and I missed. My small body slipped through the gap and slammed to the ground below. The impact knocked me unconscious.

My brother, Garland, just six and a half then, rushed over, slapped my face over and over again, and tried to scoop my body up in his arms, thinking I was dead. Blood gushed from the back of my head. He screamed for our mother.

Our mother, Ella Jenkins Mack, has always been the dominant figure in my life. I was just a toddler when she and my father, George Jenkins, Sr., divorced. When I was two, we moved from South Carolina, where I was born, to Newark. I rarely saw my father after that. He came around a few times while I was in high school, sent $500 or so for toys at Christmas, and attended my graduations. But we never spent the kind of time together that builds a relationship.

As soon as my mother, my brother, and I moved to the projects in a building on Muhammad Ali Avenue, my mom started working to get us out. She was a proud woman, and she didn't like living in public housing. She wanted to make it on her own. Raised on a farm with eight brothers and sisters in Warrenton, South Carolina, she had been taught to fend for herself. She developed a toughness that at times made her seem emotionless, but her determination and consistency stabilized our lives. I never saw life break her down. If she struggled to pay the bills-and I know there must have been times when she did-her children never saw it. When Garland and I did well, she praised us without gushing. And we knew better than to expect a reward for doing what we were expected to do, like cleaning our room or making a good grade on a report card.

Mom began working as a financial customer-service representative for Chubb Insurance Company in 1978 and still works there today. By the time I was seven, she had saved enough to move us out of the projects. We moved a block away to High Park Gardens, a private complex with landscaped gardens, grass, and a few trees. The complex operated like a co-op. Each tenant bought stock for $2,400 and got a discount on the rent. We could see our old building in the projects from the back window.

Four years later, my mother married Garland's father, Heyward Mack, a decent and quiet man with a Southern drawl that tied him to his South Carolina roots. He had been around for most of my life, but we never connected emotionally. He didn't treat me differently because I was his stepson. It just seemed he was at a loss for how to develop a relationship with me, or even with his biological son when he reentered our lives full-time. My stepfather didn't care much for sports, so we couldn't bond while watching the Knicks on television or sharing hot dogs at Mets games at Shea Stadium. He always seemed to be working on cars, but he never pulled us under the hood with him for the kind of interaction that can bring a father and son together. He kept mostly to himself and played an auxiliary role, more like an uncle, transporting us where we needed to go and occasionally giving us money. He wasn't unkind, and I know at times he must have felt like an outsider who could never quite break into the tight triangle that was my mother, my brother, and I.

Six years into the marriage, Garland and I returned to the apartment after school one day and noticed that the VCR was missing from its spot underneath the television in the living room. We walked from room to room and discovered that in our parents' bedroom someone had rifled the dresser drawers and left them open. We were sure we had been robbed. I called Mom as quickly as my fingers could press the numbers. When I told her what had happened, she started laughing. It seemed a strange response for a woman who had just learned she had been ripped off. But she knew the truth: my stepfather had packed all of his stuff and left.

Just like that, he was gone.

The closest thing to a father I ever knew was my friend's dad, Shahid Jackson. Shahid, Jr., was one of the first kids I met in the new apartment complex. Everybody called him Cash. He attended Spencer Elementary, too, and we hit it off right away. He was a quiet, passive guy, and I was the big-brother type, so our personalities complemented each other. We never argued. We played video games at his house every day. His father was the coolest dad I had ever met. He treated me like I was one of his sons. He was the kind of dad who often bent the rules in the child's favor.

With his boisterous personality, Mr. Jackson was as comfortable talking to a crack dealer on the corner as he was chatting with the mayor. As a bodyguard to stars, including Smokey Robinson and Muhammad Ali, he traveled frequently when we were in elementary school. When he returned from his road trips, he showered us all with gifts. Whatever he bought for his two sons, he bought for me, too.

When he eventually joined the police force and took over the Police Athletic League, we played on his baseball and basketball teams. He took us fishing and to work out with him in the gym. We often just rode around town in his van and stopped to eat at restaurants. He was the first person to take me out for Portuguese food and the first to introduce me to filet mignon, which he cooked himself. One of his favorite stops was a deli called Cooper's, where we ordered the best triple-decker sandwiches I've ever eaten.

Mr. Jackson always let me know he believed in me. When I told him while I was in high school that I'd enrolled in the Pre-Medical/Pre-Dental Plus Program at Seton Hall with two of my friends, he wasn't surprised. From that point on, when he talked about my future, he always prefaced his remarks with "When you become a doctor . . . ."

I was still barely able to imagine that myself.

In many ways, Mom was my father, too. She was, until she married my stepfather, the family's sole provider. We were lucky to have a babysitter who treated us like her own children-Miss Willie, an old-fashioned woman who lived three blocks away. Sometimes, when she was working full-time, Mom dropped us off before sunrise and couldn't pick us up until nightfall because she had to work late. If either of us was sick or if it was too cold or stormy outside, Miss Willie insisted that Garland and I stay overnight at her house so Mom wouldn't have to drive us back and forth in the bad weather. She even took care of us for several days when my mother went into the hospital.

But when I turned six, Mom gave us keys to the apartment, and we started going home alone after school. We had to call her at work as soon as we made it indoors.

Because of her steady job, our pantry and refrigerator were always full of food. We didn't move around constantly like some families did but lived in the same apartment for the rest of my childhood. And Mom kept the utility bills paid, too. I was fortunate; most of the guys I know who got into trouble in my neighborhood had circumstances at home that weren't as stable. Many guys I knew sold drugs because they felt they had no choice. And I believe that kids who grew up in less stable environments were more susceptible to pressure from friends to do the negative things that everyone else seemed to be doing.

Sam and Rameck faced those pressures all the time.

I wasn't any smarter or more special than the guys around me. For some reason, throughout my life I was blessed with people who told me positive things, and I believed them. I believed my third-grade teacher when she told me that I could go to college and have a great career someday if I just stayed out of trouble. So I hung out with kids who were like me, trying to do the right thing. Most of the time they were either my age or a bit younger. The older guys seemed too advanced, too ready to rush into the life I was trying to avoid.

Even when, as a teenager, I tried to hang out with Garland and his friends, he wouldn't allow it. He wasn't necessarily trying to protect me. He just didn't want his kid brother hanging around. But it kept me away from a group of guys who weren't the least bit interested in school. I always wished for a little brother or sister, so I became a big brother to my friends.

Sure, I wanted other kids to think I was cool. What kid doesn't? But I'd decided then that I wasn't going to do certain things, like sell drugs, and I just stuck to my decision.

Guys in the neighborhood, even the gun-toting tough guys who stayed in trouble, didn't hassle me about doing well in school. If they laughed at me or called me punk, geek, nerd, or corny, they did so behind my back. I walked the same dangerous streets as the guys selling drugs and stealing cars, and I was cool with many of them. I didn't look down on them, and they didn't bother me. It was as if there was some silent acknowledgment between us that they were doing what they believed they had to do, and so was I.

As soon as I was responsible enough to work, I got a job. I was thirteen when Blonnie Watson, president of the board that operates High Park Gardens, hired me as a groundskeeper at the complex. She liked me and went out of her way to be kind and encouraging. I earned minimum wage picking up trash around the building and doing minor chores, but I was thrilled to be able to afford some of the trendy clothes and shoes that my mother refused to buy.

Because Mom worked so much, she had little time to visit the schools my brother and I attended or talk to our teachers. She went to open-house meetings every now and then and fussed if we brought home bad grades on our report cards. But she was not a check-your-homework-every-night kind of mom. She was too exhausted when she got home from work. My brother took full advantage of her leniency. He chose to tolerate the verbal punishment at report-card time rather than buckle down, study, and bring home decent grades.

I loved school. My third-grade teacher, Viola Johnson, was largely responsible for that. By then we were out of the projects, but like most of the kids in my class, I was poor. That meant nothing to me then because I never felt deprived, especially in Miss Johnson's class. She was a tiny ball of energy with a high-pitched girlish voice and the same honey-colored complexion as my mother.

Miss Johnson had lived in Newark since she was four years old. She attended public schools and followed her father's trail into teaching. Once she began teaching, she was always taking classes somewhere-a drama class here, a literature class there. And she brought what she learned to her classroom.

When I met her, Ms. Johnson was in her mid-forties, single with no children. I guess her students filled that space in her heart, because she nurtured us like a mother. She told us that college was not just an option, but the next step to advancement, like the thirteenth grade.

"Everybody has a chance to go to college," she said. "Never say you can't go because of money. Get that degree. You must get that degree."

She regularly got discount tickets for us to attend Broadway plays. She asked parents to pay for the tickets, and we rode to New York City on a bus that she usually rented herself. And we did not dare dress tacky. Miss Johnson required the girls to wear dresses and stockings and the guys to wear nice slacks and shirts.

She also secured the scripts of popular plays, assigned roles, and rehearsed us so that we could perform for the entire school. When we put on a production of Annie, I played Daddy Warbucks.

Miss Johnson introduced us to algebra and Shakespeare with books written for kids. We even formed a Shakespeare club that met on Tuesdays after school. I was elected president. We read and discussed Shakespeare at our meetings. At one meeting, the club voted on our official uniform: burgundy sweaters with the group's name, "The Shakespeare Club," embroidered over the pocket. Once, we wore our sweaters to a concert at Symphony Hall. Several people in the audience asked Miss Johnson which private school we attended. She smiled, held her head high, and announced with great pride that we were from Louise A. Spencer Elementary, a public school in the Central Ward, which practically everyone in Newark considered the ghetto.

Our teacher loved to travel, and she always sent us postcards and bought us souvenirs from wherever she went. Some days, she pulled the globe from the corner of the classroom, gathered us around her, and told us stories about places that before were just spots on a map to us.

Noise didn't seem to bother Miss Johnson, as long as children were engaged in learning. She stayed with us after school to dye eggs for Easter, make gingerbread men for Christmas, or bake cookies, just because.

Miss Johnson retired from Newark's public schools in 1993 after thirty-two years of teaching and moved to Johnsonville, West Virginia, a tiny town named after her great-grandfather. I lost touch with her when I left Spencer and for years didn't know where she had gone.

But I never forgot her. She made a lanky, mild-mannered kid growing up in a tough place feel smart and special. She also made me curious about the world I had yet to see. That was the curiosity the dentist saw in me the day I showed up at his office to get braces.

—from The Pact by Samson Davis, George Jenkins, Rameck Hunt, Lisa Frazier Page, Copyright © May 2002, Riverhead Books, a member of Penguin Putnam, Inc., used by permission.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2009

    Incredable Book

    this book was really incredible it was as the discription says a story of perseverence and the will to better off their condition great great book loved it

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2014

    very inspirational, it touched me in a great way. the stories co

    very inspirational, it touched me in a great way. the stories come to life as you read it, i recommend this book for every growing teenager; male or female

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  • Posted June 9, 2009

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    Interesting, Love On Many Levels

    While I'm often a sucker for a love story this beautifully demonstrates the love of friends & more importantly the love parents hold for their children.
    Great suspense & the emotion roller coaster a good book can strap you in to & make you want to ride again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2008

    Not your typical love story

    I have a friend who hates reading. I left the book at her house 'after I finished it of course' and one day she was so bored so she picked it up and read it. She loved it so much that she wanted another book. After 24 years this book finally turned her on to reading. That said, you can only imagine how good this book is. Also, I hate love stories. This is not a typical love story. I loved this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2008

    A Must-Read for Students!

    I was so impressed by the strong storytelling as well as by the story itself. These men are amazing role models for all young people - not just minorities. I am getting a set for my classroom and including it in the curriculum for my multicultural class. It reminds me of the saying 'Inspiration is 99% perspiration.'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2008

    the greatest book ever

    the pact was a book that inspired me to do better in school and persued my dreams.it showed me that there is more to life than the street and those who you consider your friends.it allowed me to see that being in the street and following the worng person isnt the best waii to happiness and yet it would get you into lots of trouble.i personally felt like i was one of the characters myself and i was happy to see how they succeed and so can i. i would have loved to met them myself and thank them so making such and inspirational book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2008

    A reviewer

    The Pact is a story of three young men making a promise to themselves and each other to escape the troubles of their hometown of Newark. Sam, George, and Rameck were young men who had a dream to get out of the ghetto and do something with their lives. From a young age they all were surrounded by the temptations of the dealing drugs for money and the dangers of being hurt everyday by the people around them. With families that weren't always capable of taking care of them they still set high goals for themselves to become doctors. Their families were poor, not there, or even had drug addictions, but they still worked through that. It's an inspirational story, appealing to all young people that there is always hope to succeed if you work your hardest. Growing up in such a rough environment made them realize from a young age what they would have to do to survive. They understood that if they stayed in the ghetto they would most likely end up living poor or being killed. As teenagers they applied themselves and were able to all get into schools for the gifted children. Making ends meet and working their hardest they set an example of how you aren't a product of your environment but a person with free will. This book made me understand what kind of hardships that other people go through just to make it by on a daily basis. To hear the story of these men helps create a vivid image of what many people lived in their childhood and what people live in now. Sam, George and Rameck are men that give hope to the children who thought they had no way of ever getting out of the ghetto and being their own person. It shows that the American Dream can become a reality to anyone who chooses to wake up and create it themselves. I highly recommend this book it was very easy to read and kept me interested throughout the whole novel. If you don't read it I suggest that you still try to understand that you can always achieve what your mind perceives.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2008

    Inspirational & Resonates

    I read this book over the weekend and it moved me to action to share the book and get involved with young men in my community. The story is an easy read that draws you into their lives, struggles to stay on track and successes. I cried, laughed and rejoiced with each of them. Thank you to the 3 doctors for sharing your story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2004

    Inspiration for the masses

    This book is full of inspiration and also full of determination,it was great.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2004

    so necessary

    As a class assignment this book had to be read. I was surprised that it was not the run-of-the-mill ghetto story about folks escaping and never looking back. This book to me was about love - real love. A love for others and a love for self.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2003

    Inspiring ! !

    WHEN MY HIGH SCHOOL ORDERED US TO READ THIS BOOK I THOUGHT 'OKAY WHATEVER' BUT AFTER I READ IT I WAS BLOWN AWAY.IT TOUCHED US BECAUSE WE LIVE IN NEWARK, NEW JERSEY AND JUST TO SEE THAT THEY MADE IT THROUGH, BRINGS OUT THE COURAGE IN US. MY HIGH SCHOOL(ARTS HIGH) LOVED IT AND I KNOW THAT EVERY PERSON WANTING A DREAM OUT THERE WOULD FIND IT ONLY BY TURNING A PAGE.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2003

    Outstanding and Intruiging

    I'm not much of a reader, however, I read this book in four evenings. If I had more time, I probably would have finished it in two. The story of these three young men who made such a huge commitment to each other and themselves, and against all odds succeeded is truley inspirational. It makes you realize your life is not so bad, and your goals are attainable if you put your mind to it.The Three Doctors Foundation that they set up will hopefully help other young men and women follow in their footsteps.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2002

    The Road To Success

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. It was truly an inspirational story. Each of them faced their own adversity, but they did not let it stop them from pursuing their goals. By tenacity and perseverance, these wonderful young men fulfilled their dreams.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2002

    Outstanding Read

    This book is very inspirational. It reiterates the fact that you cannot achieve great things without hard work and determination. Much is required to achieve great things which these three men have done so incredibly well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2002

    The Best

    It inspired me to succeed at being an entrepreneur and I'm only 14. I loved the book and you and your family will too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2002

    An Excellent Read Indeed

    I couldn't put this book down! It catches your attention from page one and it's an easy read. There were so many obstacles in the way of their dreams but they didn't let anything slow them down. Working in the medial field is something that I've always wanted to pursue but never had the guts to go for it. Now I can honestly say that I won't let anything stop me from chasing this dream. I feel like I can do anything!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2002

    Expect the Unexpected

    As a student who attends the exact same high school that the three young men attended, I am extremely pround of their accomplishments. Reading through the book, I realized how I can relate to many of the incident that was in the book. I am now a student who will model the Pact that they made. Two other students and I, have made a pact to have our dream career. I promised to become a lawyer, and my two friends promised to become a teacher, and the other a Trama Surgeon.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2002

    Outstanding

    This book revealed the tenacity of 3 boys that grew into doctors and outstanding individuals in their community. It is a testament to us not to deter from our goals and dreams regardless of the pitfalls that we may encounter along the way. It is very inspiring to see 3 black men come together and finish something they wanted for themselves, and others. Loved it. (THE UNION "S.A.U.C.E.E.")

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2002

    a great book

    THis was a very good book i am so happy that we as a black race have someone positive to look up to that done something good with there life and they did it by getting a degree and not on the football field or basketball court these men are remarkable and if i had to have my kids look up to someone other then me this would be three people i would not mind if they choice to be like. Good job and my God contiune to bless you

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2002

    outstatnding

    every family that have young males need to read this book know matter who they are.

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