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Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Sitting on a dock of a bay . . .

. . .

Many years ago, I sat on a dock of a bay wasting time with a stranger and I found evidence of what I suspected all along. Were all connected. It doesn’t matter what color our skin is. It doesn’t matter what our religion is. It doesn’t matter where we grow up or even how. For the most part, all of us think the same and we all are good people.

And on a dock in St. Augustine, Florida, I met a stranger, he fished and we talked . . . He was from a much different life than I and his dialect depicted that. He fished to bring food to his table, most fishermen fish to bring food to their family’s tables. He talked and I listened . . . He told me of discriminations, lies and tragedy. He told me of his job, jail and of his family and their burdens. And I listened. As a writer, I’ve learned how to listen. I’ve learned how to feel, their pain.

Their stories; their dreams is why I write . . . They must be shared.

Sitting on a dock of a bay, wasting time . . .

Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

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