It was a sunny afternoon in Montreal. I was in the back seat of my mom's Ford. I must have been really little because gazing out the window required looking up. We were driving down Montrose, and then it happened.
Just as we passed Westhill, a film began playing in my mind. I saw myself before a crowd of people, but I'm not sure how large it was. I stood before them, but I stood for them, and I yearned for justice. From my mouth came six words, and now that I understand who Martin Luther King Jr. is, I was a little bit like him.
"Do we not have the rrright???..."
The people knew exactly what I was talking about. There was energy, emotion and urgency.
And then it ended.
Mom and I drove on towards Windermere.
Today, I still don't know what I was fighting for. Today, I wonder if what I envisioned was destiny whispering itself into my being and preparing me for my mission. Today, it feels a lot closer to destiny unfolding.
What was your vision? Are you living it?
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