It was fairly late that night and I had just put my kids to bed. I was debating on playing Apex or continuing Watchmen when I got a text. It was from an old friend who I hadn’t spoken to in a while so it was a pleasant surprise. I opened the message and it was short and simple. She just wanted to check in on me to make sure me and my family was doing well. She heard there were protests and riots nearby and was just checking in.
Not a lot… just a little.
We talked via text for about an hour, just kinda catching up. It was a nice distraction and really refreshing to hear from her.
The next day while at work my friend sent me another text. This one much longer than the first. It started out with a Thank You. She said she was embarrassed to admit that she learned this so late in life but that our conversations made her a better person. She explained that she knew it wasn’t my place to try to teach her anything about race, race relations or the discrimination that I faced but she appreciated the conversations that we had.
And there goes the tears….again….
I told her that I revealed as much as I did and answered her questions because I knew she would receive it. We talked some more throughout the rest of my shift and called it a night.
I think about that moment a lot now. To know that I actually helped someone become a better person feels great and inspiring. I was just sharing my history, my story, the TRUTH and the fact that it reached 1 person on a deeper level makes me proud. I know that 1 person isn’t enough but at least she has taken what I gave her and will pass it on.
Unfortunately, this is all I can really do right now. With a family to take care of, a house to tend to and a job to work there is little time for me to give back the way I use to. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get back into the groove of volunteering and teaching again but only time will tell. For now, I’ll hold on to this moment… the moment when I got confirmation that despite my circumstance…
I am still
Fighting The Good Fight