While standing outside recently, as the sunshine beamed down upon me, I could not help but to think how often I have taken the essential light of the sun for granted.
As I often do in my column (as was the case two weeks ago with my subject, “Necessary Evils”), I utilize and expound on well-known sayings that people commonly use.
Let us not forget the struggle to subdue and eradicate the deadly disease and enemy called COVID-19. It is still very much in effect.
A few weeks ago, my topic and thought dealt with things that we received from both parents entitled, “The Best and Worst from Both Sides.”
In getting an idea to write about in my column, my consideration today came to me as I thought about both my mother and father.
The content of my column today, for as much as my personal role is concerned in the storied and iconic life of Mrs. Ruby Woods Carter, started 55 years ago.
In my column today, I want to consider a matter that we all will have to face one day. Though we may attempt to deny it, disown it, or attempt to expel it away, there is certainly no way that we can completely escape it altogether.
When a city or community is in grave shortage of the caliber of people who I am considering in my column today, such a place will experience a decline of the very elements and human qualities that are necessary for it to be fertile, fruitful, and replete in the intangibles.
Like many African- Americans, I had mixed emotions about getting vaccinated against the COVID-19 virus.