Until I dreamed about her Friday night, I hadn’t thought about this woman for more than two years. But as soon as I saw her eyes in the dream — and then felt her hands reach out for me — I knew who she was. She was a stranger who had spoken strange words to me in a store.
It happened in October 2016. I told the story to my Facebook friends at the time, and I looked up my notes about it this morning. I was in the pharmacy section of Walmart when a frail and elderly black lady approached me and said gently, “Would you still marry her if you could?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you must have me mistaken for some other ugly fellow,” I said, trying to make light of it, “because I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She put her hand on my arm firmly and pulled herself close to look up into my eyes intently.
“I know who you are,” she said with a sweet smile. “Do you know who you really are?”

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