Today a man came in to see his attorney. An older man, 97 I found out, black, well-dressed, wearing a black fur fez and carrying a wooden cane. He could barely hear and couldn't walk well. No appointment, just came in. He lucked out and his attorney was actually here and not at court.
He got back into the attorney's office, they did their business and signed their forms. The man began to thank his attorney for his help... but didn't stop there.
He continued to go on about his life, about how much he appreciated white folks because he was adopted by a white family in the 10's.
He kept going.. this time on to religion. "And I do beleive in Jesus. I am a saved man. Are you saved? What church do you go to? Praise the Lord! Hallelujah!"... He went into a full-on religious experience, yelling "Praise the lord!" at the top of his voice, tears streaming down his face, such was his gratitude to our office.
I wonder what it's like inside his head?
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