HOLY POLISH BOY AND A SODA
An East Cleveland Baptist Church was selling lunches as a
Saturday fund raiser. I learned about Polish boy sandwiches. It's a Polish link that looked a lot like a hot dog in a bun, covered with Cole slaw and ketchup soaked French fries. The deal came with a Shasta soft drink or juice box. It was a new experience taste for me.
The people there were interested
in my journey. They asked tons of questions and put me on their Sunday prayer list. I had one of the more meaningful conversations with a man about my age or older.
After the usual basic questions, he asked me if I had found that people were good? From the look in his eyes I felt he was wondering if this country still had a soul and had good people.
I assured him based on my experience there were still generous and kind people. I felt he
feared the country was lost and it was too late.
We discussed if a black man could do what I
was doing and how he would be treated. We figured a man can always find what he
is seeking. If you look for kind hearted people you will probably find them. If
you search for hate, bigotry, and racism, you will probably find plenty.
We shook hands and I rode away. I think we gave each other many things to think about. These were good people I think they saw the same in me.
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