We Beat The Street
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Last published Sat, Oct 12, 2019
For Drs.Sampson Davis , Rameck Hunt ,and George Jenkins, growing up in street tough Newark , New Jersey , was not an easy experience . They were all smart and they all had loving families,but every day they had to struggle against peer pressure ,gang violence,rampant drug use,and the challenges of being young and black.Then one day~~~while trying to skip class and shoot hoops~~~the boys found themselves listening to a special presentation about the Alton Hall University Pre-Medical/Pre-Dental. For the first time ever, the three friends believed that they might really have an opportunity to make their dreams come true .Then and there they made a pact to apply to the program,and if they were accepted to attend ~~and graduate~~together.And thats just what they did.
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