I put myself through college. Those were different times. I worked part time after my school day was over. It paid my tuition.
One day while eating a traditional Berks County hoagie along with a bag of chips, I sat on my break with a woman with whom I worked. I liked her plenty, she was a friend and a great co worker.
She happened to be black.
While enjoying that delicious hoagie with the perfect crust hard roll, I pulled “ a single chip from the bag. Yes a single chip. It was burnt to a crisp.
I called it a Nigger Chip.
It was automatic without thinking. It was a learned behavior. I said it out loud.
It came out so easily it scared me.
It came out so easily it scarred me.
My friend and I talked. Well she talked and I listened.
It took awhile, yet it changed me, it shaped me to understand how that made her feel.
To have grown up in Berks County not knowing that much better.
That may have been one of the more life shaping sandwiches I have eaten in my life.
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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