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Marc Friedman's avatar

Your story about the snowstorm and the West Side Highway reminds me of a family story that had a profound influence on me. In 1959, my mother was driving from Florida to New Jersey on a Friday. I was seated in the passenger seat and my five year old brother was in the backseat. As we were driving through North Carolina, the military troops were on R and R and many dozens were hitchhiking along the road. After passing dozens of white soldiers, my mother saw a lone Black soldier hitchhiking and she pulled over, told me to get in the back, and said to the soldier he could sit in the front next to her. After many miles, we dropped the soldier off near his hometown. I then moved to the front seat and asked, “ Mom, why did you pass all those white soldiers and then you picked up a colored soldier?” I will never forget her reply. Mom said, “Marc, if I didn’t pick him up, no one would and I wanted him to be able to spend the weekend with his family.” That was 65 years ago and I remember as if it happened last week. My parents’ actions are what formed my values. That is their legacy to me.

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Malcolm J McKinney's avatar

First respect the self.

Then you can respect others as well.

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