If I didn’t yet perceive that corporate accounting was difficult in myriad ways, the chronicle of Frank Ross’ journey through the halls of the profession, that I look to call my own, has certainly crystallized it for me. His experiences provide a roadmap for the aspirations of this would-be accountant for whom he has helped to pave the way. That he, as a black West Indian immigrant, was able to achieve the level of success that he did in the Americas of the 1960’s and 70’s, presents a different sort of challenge to me, a second-generation West Indian immigrant. My challenge is how to emulate and hopefully achieve some measure of the success that he achieved, with similar courage, grace, and fortitude. And then to give back. Perhaps the first of his experiences that immediately drew my attention was the depiction of his arrival in the United States. Inasmuch as my own experience is vicarious, since I can only view immigration through the lens of my mother’s struggle and the painful pictures that she painted for me with words, I marvel at the similarities, contrasted against the differences, between his own odyssey and that of my mother. They were both immigrants, he a child, she an adult, they were both from the West Indies, …show more content…
Yet, the so far unrecognized and unarticulated fire of ambition and