I was about to leave Chick-fil-A Wednesday evening when I noticed a young woman come in who looked exhausted — as though she had been battling monsters all day.
She was tall and slim, with straight black hair and dark brown skin. She wore black pants and a tailored solid blue shirt that fit her frame tastefully.
Even though she seemed tired, she looked graceful and elegant. She looked lovely. We met one another near the door and spoke politely as we passed.
Then as she stood at the counter waiting for someone to take her order, I quickly went over and spoke.

Dying Phelps’ anti-gay cult is vile and wrong, but I don’t hate him
What kind of sick society names Obama, Clinton its most admired?
It’s a very old cliche, but it’s true: Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt
We can’t control timing of death, just what we do as we’re waiting
Love & Hope — Update:
Authenticity the only path that connects us to people we need
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Lucy, the dog who used to live on a chain
Don’t show me the past or the future; show me what you can give now
Life has a brutal habit of forcing us to confront our own hypocrisy