More and more, it’s becoming clear that the people making decisions have no clue. They care. They want to make a difference. They simply lack insight regarding how their votes often make things worse.
The troubling truth is I’m not so different than those living in poverty. Each day, I’m becoming more like them, and less like those who make assumptions about those who ride the bus. I’ve listened to their disappointments. I’ve heard countless stories from black men who are looking for work. Any work.
I’ve listened to men talk about paying child support. One was struggling with making the $50 payment each month. Another man talked about the pain related to paying child support only to discover the child was not his.
I’ve listened to men talk about getting out of prison and doing their best to change their lives.
“Man, I’m not hanging out over there anymore,” I heard a man say. “I’m trying to live God’s way now.”