On the bus, across the aisle, I spotted an unassuming looking man. Then, I saw the confederate flag draped across the back of the seat in front of him. Clearly a deliberate act, I paused to wonder why he felt the need to place it there. Is he using it as an attempt to let everyone know he is a racist (yes, I know that the rebel flag once stood for much more, and that slavery was only a small part of the Civil War, but the flag has grown to become a representation of a hatred for non-white) and that he desires for no African-American to sit next to him?
Secretly, I hoped that an African-American would make that seat choice, but it never came. Of course, that would not have been the best thing to happen, and him being left to himself was probably the best thing that could happen.
Then, my thoughts turned to myself, and I became thankful that I have an appreciation for all people, regardless of age, gender, skin color, sexual orientation. I believe that one of the greatest joys you can feel is the wonderful acceptance of others.
So, I quitely sat there, put my thoughts on paper, and prayed that this man might someday too experience that joy that I, and many others feel.
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