During a visit to Flint, Michigan, while listening to my Great Uncle Fred Lewis—affectionately known as Uncle Bob—share memories of his childhood, my Grandmother’s older brother shared a story that I hope to relay to my children, and grandchildren. As he sat in his arm chair, which I personally think is to firm and stiff for his elderly frame, he shared how his father, after realizing that his family would never be able to “get ahead” as share croppers in Mississippi, broke the news to “the man”—the white man that owned the farm that he and his family had helped to maintain for years—that he would be leaving the farm:
“He went to the man and said, ‘It take a puppy dog nine days to open his eyes,’”—and with that, my Great Grandfather packed up his large family and traveled north to Michigan to start a new life.
Like my Great Grandfather, as God continues to make me grow, He is opening my eyes…
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