STOP THE HATRED

I’ve been around long enough to remember a time in the Deep South (and the not so deep as well) that men of different races couldn’t eat together at the same restaurant.  They couldn’t drink from the same fountain or use the same toilet. Their children couldn’t go to the same schools. The city bus was segregated: white in the front and

A DREAM GIVEN ROBBIE AUMAN

Instead of typing every small detail again I'll just condense the vision down to the basics and some of the meaning that I understand.

First let me mention that for at least 3 days prior I felt that I was sort of "on hold" with heaven for an incoming message. I felt like heaven's switchboard had called and said please stay on the line and be prepared