I didn't cry when Dad died. I didn't cry when Mom died. I didn't cry when I was rolling craps on the side of a mountain in a blizzard and came within an ace of checking out myself.
But I cried like a little girl when I met and heard the story of someone that was directly affected by the ongoing slave trade in the Muslim world and Africa.
I feel very strongly about slavery. Slavers must die.
On that subject you and I are in complete agreement.
Good night, sir.
posted on 04/29/2012 9:57:09 PM PDT
(The avalanche has begun. The pebbles no longer have a vote.)
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