“The Next Stop” garnered a lot of positive feedback from people I engage with through different groups, events, and other shared interests. It’s a retelling of events as they occurred on a DART ride to the UGM men’s shelter downtown.
It was Friday night, and I was on the DART rail headed over to Uptown to meet up with my wife, Sweet T so we could drive over to the women’s shelter where we conduct a small chapel service every 3rd Friday of the month. The train I got on was somewhat crowded, given the hour. A DART officer was making rounds, checking ticket stubs. I looked around for a seat. A young man donning a baseball cap, sunglasses, a shirt with cut-off sleeves and tattered blue jeans fidgeted with his backpack. Without turning to me, he said: “Hey there brother.” Seeing the seat next to him was empty, I waited for him to get situated and decided to sit down next to him. “Where you headed?” he asked.
“The country.” He chuckled. “Naw, I mean I’m from the country. Ready to get out of this city. It’s not…
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