I see a beautiful black man
He is only one of many whom
have gathered in a park
in Salt Lake City. He and
his friends are from Sudan
and they are in the park to
play soccer. My first thought
was that they all knew each
other, but as I overheard
their conversations I was
surprised that some were
strangers to others and I felt
I could have entered into
their group and talked about
what they were talking about—
family, church, where they
worked and lived. They talked
about their children and how
they were doing at school and
what the future held for them.
I did not enter into the chatting
because I thought they would
invite me to play. There was
no way I could compete with
them. I thought how outstanding
it was to have these people come
together on a Sunday afternoon
to meet and play. There is such
a misunderstanding of people;
who they are and what they stand for.
Somehow these gentlemen-sportsmen
made it to our shores and even though
unknown to each other at first
have managed to make a go of
it in this great country.
It made me very proud
Stanski
August 27, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 