What I learned from an encounter with a man from the middle east

I pulled over to a side street when I heard the tire pop. Although I was still close to the main road, I wanted to be out of the way of traffic. Countless cars passed by without a care in the world. Where I’m originally from, we usually roll down the window and offer help, when we see someone stopped on the side of the road. That wasn’t the case in the city.

Racism, the gospel, and I

“Go to the office right now!”, he yelled at me. His faced radiated with redness, as his voice embodied the rage he held inside. There was no doubt that he was angry, and I, a mouthy-relentless-teenager was the object of his anger. “Get out!”, he yelled again, as he pointed his finger to the doors of gym.