The young black man sat on the back row of the church. At the end of service, he quietly left. After a few Sundays, I approached him. He nodded, smiled and shook my hand but it was obvious he knew very little English. Over the next few months, as his English improved, I got toContinue reading “A Salute and a Pizza”
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