"Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having their legs off, and then being condemned for being a cripple." Where Do We Go From Here 1967.
Your heart will lead you to wonderful people especially when you love that Someone so much that your willing to take it to the next level. From walks in the park to dates ending with happiness and laughter, my oldest sister Angela and my now brother-in-law Omar were a perfect fit for each other, after a long while of rising romance they finally decided to bring the next step forward. They decided that it was time to tie the knot. 2006 was the year that they got married, in the church that my family had co-founded together. That day was momentous and truly wonderful. I can remember when they said there vows, with tears in their eyes and love in their hearts, they eagerly said I do. My sister looked very beautiful with her magnificent white gown with glitter at the corner of her eyes and on her shoulders, and her veil entangled in her small hair bun, and my brother-in-law with his tailored white dress suit and tie. Everything was wonderful, and everyone on both sides of the family were excited and approving of the couple.