In 2018 I finally crossed the Selma Pettus Bridge.  Finally.  A lifetime wish.  I was 70 years old.  I went into the Civil Rights building right there afterwards and wept.  The young woman working there got up and brought me a tissue.  We spoke, we connected, and that has continued ever since.  I adore her.  I would not let that go.  I, from WIsconsin, kept in contact with this young woman, by mail, and she with me, ever since.  In March of this year I am going to Selma, once again.  The two of us, plus this young woman’s mom, will cross the Pettus Bridge for the Jubilee there in Selma.  This will be the second time we meet, the last.  She has gone on to be employed in several agencies that promote Civil Rights.  Now she works in Birmingham and beyond.  She has sent me rose petals from the John Lewis crossing in Selma after he passed away.  Those precious petals.  We keep in touch with such joy and heart.  Some things are meant to be.  But who would ever guess?  A friendship made far away, different age, different race, but with likeness of everlasting heart.  March, 2023, will make its mark on my life.  May we open our minds, our hearts, our souls.  May we?  Looking forward to this most precious day.  I hope she looks forward to it as much as I do.  Oh, to meet again!

In 2018 I finally crossed the Selma Pettus Bridge.  Finally.  A lifetime wish.  I was 70 years old.  I went into the Civil Rights building right there afterwards and wept.  The young woman working there got up and brought me a tissue.  We spoke, we connected, and that has continued ever since.  I adore her.  I would not let that go.  I, from WIsconsin, kept in contact with this young woman, by mail, and she with me, ever since.  In March of this year I am going to Selma, once again.  The two of us, plus this young woman’s mom, will cross the Pettus Bridge for the Jubilee there in Selma.  This will be the second time we meet, the last.  She has gone on to be employed in several agencies that promote Civil Rights.  Now she works in Birmingham and beyond.  She has sent me rose petals from the John Lewis crossing in Selma after he passed away.  Those precious petals.  We keep in touch with such joy and heart.  Some things are meant to be.  But who would ever guess?  A friendship made far away, different age, different race, but with likeness of everlasting heart.  March, 2023, will make its mark on my life.  May we open our minds, our hearts, our souls.  May we?  Looking forward to this most precious day.  I hope she looks forward to it as much as I do.  Oh, to meet again!

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