Ongoing Selection in Delta: A Visit With MLK (Part 8)

Exhausted yet steadfast, I hoisted my pack and set forth into the Atlanta night, my path lit only by the faint glow of purpose and a distant streetlamp, whispering to the silent city, “By God and with honor, let’s roll.”

Delta’s Ongoing Selection: It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better (Part 6)

In the midst of a covert dance with danger, each step veiled in clandestine rhythm, I found humor to be my unexpected partner, twirling me around the absurdity of the moment, right there between the clandestine whispers and the glaring spotlight of suspicion that seemed to follow my every move.