I am the man
I came around the Martin Luther King Jr. Center for Nonviolent Social Change to lock my bike, as usual, before riding the Atlanta Streetcar. I stopped short, however, when I saw a man sound asleep while charging his phone. My god, I almost said out loud. That could be me. I’m always searching for places to charge, and I sometimes fall asleep phone in hand, although it hasn’t happened yet in public. I’ve also had some challenges in life that could have easily marginalized me. I then saw the child’s chalk words. I am the man, it said. I am the man, I realized. We are all the man. Now, what?