If you see him, he’s probably smiling. And as Nelson RA Tim Hunt moves through Monson Dining Center, his broad shoulders rock rhythmically, his light-wash denims tucked into black Converse shoes.
“I’ve always had kinda had an ‘I’m here’ walk,” says Hunt, pressing through the turnstiles. A senior relational communications major, Hunt has never had a problem projecting purpose and confidence. He’s performed spoken word both at Bethel and abroad, most recently trying his hand at stand-up comedy in Nelson’s talent show.
“He is excellent at communication and not afraid to start relationships and conversations with new people,” says Patrick Bentz, Winter ’15 grad and former Executive Director of the Underground.
Tim is hunched over as he talks, his hand firmly under his chin as he untangles unfamiliar thoughts. For a moment, it’s as if the confident persona that has defined him throughout the last four years has been suspended. For a moment, the signature high-pitched cackling laughter is absent. His is a story of triumph, perhaps, but it’s also a story of uncertainty, transition, chaos, and largely hidden suffering.
‘I remember crying my eyes out’
Timothy Jared Hunt was born in Chicago in the winter of 1994. He’s never met his dad, and he’s no longer sure he wants to. After the murder of Tim’s youngest uncle, the Hunt family—comprised of mom Sheila, sister Latisha, and Tim—quickly took refuge in the rural Mississippi town of Hillsboro, where both sides of his mom’s family lived, in search of a different life.
Hunt grew up out on a long gravel road, the kind where most homes are thousands of feet between each other, plotted amid mazes of trees. From the outset, Tim found himself caught up in a family tree that valued family loyalty, even if it meant continuing fights he didn’t pick in the first place.
“That’s just the way it goes,” Hunt remarks, “You roll with your family, that’s your squad. You go to my town and say my last name. What are we known for? Fighting, drug dealing and sports. That’s like all we did.”
At home, his mom Sheila struggled with a drug abuse that bruised the family dynamic. Tim remembers his mom being gone for days, weeks even, before returning home. He remembers one time seeing his mom about to leave, and the anger that spilled out.
“I remember screaming at her… “Just go, I don’t want you here anymore,”” says Hunt, “I just remember crying my eyes out. It hurt so bad to see her prioritize drugs over me.”
Eventually, while Tim was in fifth grade, his mom was arrested for drug possession and imprisoned for 30 days. And for 30 days—his mom in prison, his older sister back in Chicago, and his grandma next door—Tim returned home from school to an empty house that no longer felt like home.
“I would just scream, “Mama! Mom!” [when] she’s not even there,” recalls Hunt of those 30 days, “I knew she wasn’t coming back, but something inside of me hoped that maybe that day would be the day… I didn’t miss a day.”
‘The good stage of life’
Tim’s eyebrows lift slightly, his mouth cracking open a smile. He vividly remembers homecoming, the day he called out for his mom and heard a familiar voice calling back.
“She was hiding, and she was like, ‘Boo!’” says Tim, “She was smiling, and we hugged… there was no animosity, none of that.”
Tim’s mom Sheila gradually recovered. She would relapse occasionally, but it felt like a turning point for Tim, who finally got to see her face at football games. She picked up a 9-to-5 at a local fast-food joint, trying to make ends meet.
“I literally didn’t care where she worked,” says Hunt,” As long as she wasn’t on the streets, it was fine by me.”
When paychecks didn’t line up, they went without electricity. Tim hiked an extension cord all the way to grandma’s house next door. They plugged in the essentials: fridge, TV, and a lamp. Sound bleak? Not to Tim.
“If you turn on Lifetime now, I can tell you 80% of the movies. That’s all we watched,” says Hunt, casually adding Mash, Walker Texas Ranger, and 7th Heaven to the list, “That was in the good stage of life. Obviously not everything was perfect, but it was just us. We were a family, that’s all that mattered honestly.”
‘I never negated that I’m going to struggle’
When Tim enrolled at Como Park High in St. Paul for his junior year of high school, he hadn’t even ridden the bus before, much less did he know the local bus stops.
“Think about leaving everything you’ve known to be common and starting over from square one,” says Hunt, making the critical decision to move from Mississippi after his mom’s arrest for drug trafficking and subsequent four year prison sentence.
By day, he contended for good grades. By evening, he babysat his sister Tish’s two boys—born little over a year apart— while she worked late as a telemarketer. By weekend, he carved out 12-15 hours for Byerly’s, making enough money to support himself and leaving enough time for Marine Corps JROTC, his true passion.
Tim quickly shot up the JROTC ranks under Major John Foley, one of many in the program who recognized the natural, if unrefined, influence he had on others.
“He has what the Marine Corps call persuasive leadership,” says Ger Lor, former JROTC member and current Combat Engineer for the U.S. Marine Corps, “He was able to mentor and guide cadets to do better. He also brought new ideas to have a family-like environment.”
A few years later, under Major Foley’s prompting, Tim enrolled at Bethel. And though he’s about to take his signature walk across the Benson Great Hall stage, cadenced by confidence and the first one from his family, it’s measured by soberness. He is like Jacob from biblical times, bruised yet mysteriously blessed by an injury from a loving Hand.
“I cried so much freshman year,” says Hunt, citing a lack of support from his family, his mom adjusting to life after prison and his sister figuring how to parent two boys without a father, ”I never negated the fact that I’m going to struggle. I’ve [also] cried a lot in college in general because I’ve grown to appreciate [being at Bethel]. ”
And as Tim, alongside the 2016 class, peers over the endless post-college horizons, he knows that failure and suffering are commas, commonplace and unavoidable occurrences that help author a brighter, redemptive story.
“I’ve seen him go through ups and downs,” says Lor, “And every time he came face to face with an obstacle or a hardship in his life, he always found a way to get back up. And that’s why I think he’s the person he is today.”