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Learning About Healing From a Six Year Old

I was six yeas old in Atlanta, Georgia in the summer of 1968. I accumulated my perception of the world by being around adults who were indifferent to my presence in their world. To them I was an appendage. It brought about a sense of invisibility that is still prevalent. Whenever we left the house, there were two squabbling adults in the front seats of the car and three other siblings in the back to contend with. I avoided interaction with them and stayed within my own bubble. As we were driving one day, I noticed a pleasant looking African American man. The streets were clear except for him. Everyone else was at work at that time. He was carrying a folder and wasn’t wearing a suit but looked nice anyway. Even at that age I knew that he didn’t have a nice briefcase like other business men. He didn’t have a suit either. He was looking down at the ground. He was discouraged. Something in my little body was so moved with compassion for him, that I risked my own safety by reaching into the hostile territory of the window seat that was occupied by my irritable sibling. I […]

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