There was a Starbucks across the street, and I noticed that as we slipped in there for coffees to go, I suddenly felt safe. My host had merely wanted me to see and experience some of the work they were doing in the inner city. He wanted me to meet some of the kids. I did and experienced so much more.
I've gone through most of my life with a secret. "Don't you know who I am? " Now I can answer that question myself : "Nobody of real interest, compared to you. "
Picture and poem dedicated to my brother
