I look to a day when people will not be judged by their color of their skin but by the content of their character. — MLK
There was a day in my life that changed me and shaped who I've become...(read it here: http://breathechick.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-doesnt-kill-youonly-gives-you.html) That boy who came back? He was the boy I shouldn't have been talking to, according to some people, because he wasn't "my color" but those other two boys were. Judge actions. Judge words. Judge character.
The dream is still there...it would be a shame to let it be snuffed out before its light could penetrate every single dark corner of our world. And let all of God's children say, Amen.