Yesterday this white boy from the other side of the earth found himself in a gentlemen’s meeting in a Barbershop in Charlotte, North Carolina… not another white face in sight. How did I get there?
Well it all started about three weeks ago on Passover Monday in a coffee chop in Beverly Hills on the West Coast of America. It was the afternoon and I had decided to fast for a week and really pray about my future, because I was sick of the uncertainty in my life and I wanted some answers. The coffee shop was almost empty, because the Persians had gone home to clean the house according to their beliefs at this special time of year. I say “almost empty” because in the far corner of the room sat four very big African-American men.
I took a seat off to the side and I had barely sat down when I heard one of the men, a real gentleman say something that caught my attention…
P:S: Continued tomorrow