The Ungiven Gift

He was pencil thin and walked with a limp. A thirteenslouchingteenager. All Curtis could do was hound me.
year-old boywith huge yearning eyes who was"Is it a ballgame? Is ita concert?" "Rick, where are we
always an unlucky patient on thechildren's floor of thegoing?" I love to tease. Finally, heglimpsed the landmark
hospital where my youngest daughter was alltoo oftendome of the arena from the freeway andknew he
incarcerated.was going to get to see his favorite team play.
Curtis had sickle cell anemia, an incurable, painful andWe found the specified gate, parked and walked to
terminaldisease that plagues young people of Africanthe entrance.
descent.Walking with Curtis was always a little frustrating for
I would meander into his room to spend a little timeme (he woulddo the 'slow, cool stroll' and I am a brisk
with therebellious loner and would often end upwalker) but this time Iknew there was something
refereeing a screamingmatch between him and one ofspecial awaiting that we should almostrace to.
the nurses. The street-wise Curtiswould usually win.We were met by a well-dressed, executive-looking
Over the course of a few years (the hospital wasmiddle-agedman, who just happened to be the
always my home-away-from-home), I eventuallyVice-President of Public
learned of the horror of hisupbringing, the sad reality ofRelations for the Detroit Pistons. Talk about first class!
his current life and the apparentdimness of his future.He escorted
My experience as a volunteer in the Big Brother-likeCurtis not to his seat, but directly to the Pistons bench,
program in ourlocal Children's Aid Society was that awhere
small dose of interest andsome one-on-one attentionCurtis' eyes grew almost as big as the basketballs the
could go a long way to helping a kidwho was in troublegiantathletes had just started tossing around in their
with the law, failing school and in Curtis' case, asocialpre-game warm-up.
outcast.I was led to our primest of seats directly behind the
So, when my time was over with the last boy I wasbench. Awaitress visited only seconds after that, taking
involved with, Iasked the CAS if I could hook up withmy order forrefreshments. Everything was "on the
Curtis, albeit 'unofficially' thistime. Problem was, I was inhouse". I saw one of theassistant coaches introduce
the process of selling my drycleaningbusiness whilehimself to Curtis, and next thing Iknow, well, guess
building a music production studio (for my nextcareer)who's center court tossing the ball around withhis hero,
and my time was too much at a premium to commitIsaiah? Soon, he was running the court and
to astructured arrangement. They agreed, and I beganshootinghoops with Bill Laimbeer, Dennis Rodman, Joe
to hang withDumars and therest of the elite players!
Curtis.At this point, I couldn't even imagine the exhilaration that
I learned in very short order that among his survivalthis youngman who life never seemed to smile upon
skills was thetendency to cajole, cleverly manipulatewas experiencing at thisvery moment! I mean, how
and even outright steal.could anyone's wildest imagination evenenvision this
Although always kind, I had to have a second set ofravaged spirit and body trying to "deek the Bad
eyes when inhis presence and was forced at times toBoysof basketball?" I just sat quietly in utter
be, well, curt with Curt.amazement, misty eyedand SO grateful to my legal
Also during this time, I was involved in a major lawsuitfriend and the 'human' management ofthis professional
after havinghad a song of mine "lifted" by a one-timesports team who arranged all of this for oneperson. A
friend and co-writingpartner in Los Angeles, who hadCanadian kid who was close to my heart
become a 'hot' producer of majorrecording acts. OnWhen the warm-up was done, Curtis climbed up with
one of his multi-million selling records was thecore of ame. The firsthalf of the game was great. The Pistons
song of mine he had heard and we discussed inwere pounding theiropponents. A few of the players
mypresence during one of my frequent music trips ineven glanced back and motioned attheir new
the 1980's. I wasa little more than hurt and felt Iteammate! By the time the half-time buzzer sounded
deserved not only the royalties formy creation, butIwas certain Curtis' dream day was complete.
also the credibility that went along with a "cut" ofthatBut hold on, this was only half time! The same
magnitude by a name recording artist.assistant coach whoinvited Curtis onto the hardwood
I retained a highly regarded entertainment attorney infloor pre-game, called for him tohang with the team in
Detroit (herepresented many of the athletes on thethe sanctuary of the dressing room duringtheir
professional sports teamsin Detroit as well as one ofmuch-needed break. Give ME a break!
the all time greatest boxers and evensome famousI'll never forget what I think was the widest smile I have
civil rights icons) who just happened to also be atrulyever seen asthe team emerged onto the floor
wonderful and giving human being.afterwards and my little guy 'coolstrolling' as proudly as
It was in a meeting with this man that I casuallyI've ever seen anyone. And much quickerthan I ever
mentioned Curtisand my desire to do something veryrecalled. What a night!!
special for him. See, in myheart, I had a feeling CurtisThe ride home was quiet. Opposite of the ride there.
would not live for too many more years.Curtis sleptmost of long way home. I could only
Sickle cell sufferers often died in their early twenties, orimagine his dreams. Canada
evenbefore, a decade ago. I wasn't expecting anythingCustoms was kind and allowed him to sleep through
from my lawyerin this regard, but the next day thetheir few briefquestions for me. It was sad to see him
phone rang and I was instructedto have Curtissleepily stagger up thesidewalk to his stark reality, after
"dressed up" and at the Palace of Auburn Hills athaving just left a world where I'dbet no one would
aspecific gate number one hour prior to a Detroitbelieve he had been.
Pistons game laterthat week.Somehow I thought I would receive a phonecall from
He was a huge basketball fan. His hero of heroes wasCurtis the nextday. But it never came. Two days later I
Isaiahhad a very good reason tocall him. My attorney and
Thomas, captain of the Motor City NBA Champs thethe team had arranged to have everyplayer on the
prior twoyears. But I didn't let on to Curtis where weNBA Champion Detroit Pistons sign the game ballfrom
were going that night.that night, and Federal Express it to my home address,
Just that we were hanging out. I just asked his fosterto giveto Curtis. An autographed yearbook was
mother (and Iuse the term “mother” very lightly) toincluded too.
have him dressed nicely withhis birth certificate in handI couldn't wait to tell him. I mean, I was flabbergasted at
by a certain time.thisunexpected and over-the-top gesture! I recall
Curtis was on time, eagerly waiting on his rickety porchexcitedly dialing hisnumber and the deflation after
when Ipulled up. But to my utter dismay, he looked ashearing that "Curtis took off to
disheveled as healways did in his overbaggy, tatteredToronto yesterday." She went on to explain that she
clothes. And of course, goodol' foster mom couldn'tdidn't knowwhere he was or how to contact him. And
find his birth certificate. Now, can youimagine the fancyneither did the Children's
dancin' I had to do at U.S. Customs having thisAid Society.
'gang looking' teenager with no identification trying toLittle did I know that evening would be the last time I
cross theborder in my new BMW? Well, fate andwould ever see
some silver tongued talkin'prevailed and we were soonCurtis. My instincts tell me that he is not with us
racing up I-75 to The Game.anymore. But ifhe is, he has one great gift still waiting
I tried to make idle conversation with the excited butfor him - The Ungiven Gift.