Are we any better off?
On my drive down to Florida, I made a detour to the Edmund Pettus Bridge, where Bloody Sunday took place. I found myself involved in a surprising conversation with a total stranger. As we stood shoulder to shoulder, He asked "Do you think we are any better off than we were then?" The open, honest discussion that ensued between two strangers would open my eyes and ears to truths I’d been previously able to ignore.
As we shared our stories, we began to see and hear each other. I was unsettled as I pondered both history and the realities of our day. Though I was only an infant when Bloody Sunday took place. I began to realize that this story is part of my story. This is OUR story.
As we finished our conversation, we noticed a woman watching us. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was supposed to stop and talk to us. As the five of us formed a circle, we reached for each other’s hands and prayed. I wish I could remember the words we each offered. However, I’ll never forget the beauty of standing together offering our unique perspective and prayers for a better tomorrow.
In some small way, I believe our surprising encounter allowed us to listen and learn from each other. It makes me wonder what could happen if more of us could find a way to listen to each other.