charles

sipping my little coffee, and i noticed this man slow his pace to look at a wild-looking insect. he even turned around, almost checking to see if anyone else was seeing what he saw and before i knew it, i made myself known as a witness. he told me what kind of insect it was, then kept walking.

next thing i know, he comes back, asking how long i’ve lived in Georgia and if i visit the state parks. 30 minutes later, he’s sharing bits of his life story, our story, and the ways our lives are all deeply connected. he spoke from personal experience—stories that affirmed that belief.

one thing he shared: he found out after his father’s passing that his Father had been one of the Tuskegee Airmen. “Tuskegee Airmen weren’t just pilots,” he said. the realization shook him. it inspired him to dig deeper, to connect the dots of his lineage, and now he spends much of his free time researching and uncovering our stories.

i took a few notes and couldn’t stop thinking about him afterward. i searched for him online and found him. interacting with him was one of those seemingly random moments that feel sacred and loaded with meaning. i cried after he left. so moved. and the best part? my family was there and they got to witness one of those mystical interactions i often find myself in.

i love that he felt safe enough to approach me.

sharing this to honor him, to echo his words, and so that i will also remember.

give thanks to the messengers and living ancestors.

s/o to Charles of Simpson & Holly Rd.