Work for Brotherhood

I’ve been searching for words the past few days, my mind has been so disturbed by the recent societal violence between the police force and African-American men. The only answer is to respect each other. The killing must stop. Each of us must reach out to someone. Hopefully, the message will get across that we all need the same thing. At lunch today, two black men sat at the next table. We didn’t talk or interact in any way. When I paid my ticket, I paid their ticket as well. I left a note on their table asking them to work for brotherhood and healing. It’s one little step. Let there be brotherhood and healing.