Ice Cream| Categories: Meditations
When taking a walk last night I saw an ice-cream truck and its jingle lured me like the Sirens of Greek methology. I got to the truck and saw a father with his two children--a boy seemingly between the age of 6 and 8, and a young girl who I'd guess was close to 10 years old. After getting his ice cream, the young boy turns to me and says with a big smile, "black lives matter!"
I know that phrase is politicized, but his words were so pure. If you saw me, you would have seen my smile through my mask It was the first time someone has said those words to me. I walked away from the ice-cream truck with a cone filled with vanilla ice-cream and a little more optimism towards the future of my country.