I am normally an optimistic type. I don't usually let things get me down. In addition, I am a fighter. My response when something or someone puts upon me is to immediately go offensive, hard, and harsh. I think these facets of my personality helped me to survive recent health issues that I've seen kill others.

But, I have to be honest, here lately my spirits have been getting lower and lower. War, impending financial disaster, the sorry state of our race, all have added up to a weight that was stooping even me. All the internet drama here on the VNN Forum, with people pissing down each other's neck, good posters getting angry and leaving, trolls, and bitching, and griping, hasn't helped my attitude either. Just as I was feeling most beneath the wheel a very simple thing happened and cheered me right up causing me to write ya'll about it.

A client of mine called and set up an appointment for a new employee to come in to my office for processing. The young man arrived dead on time. About 25, he was good looking, clean features, fair hair and eyes. He was a truck driver so he had the obligatory cap and wallet on a chain, and was wearing a tee shirt with a Confederate flag emblazoned on the back. We chatted for a minute as I set up his file. He asked if he could bring his wife and kids in since it was too hot for them to stay in the car? I said that it was fine, but to myself I said, "I'll bet he's married to a mexishit or something."

Wrong! He brought in his family . . . pretty young wife, blond and blue eyed, she had a baby boy of no more than nine months on her hip, and a little girl of about five years old standing next to her. That little girl child was just golden. She sat in the office chair next to the window and the sun filled her with radiance. Her hair was like a halo. Pretty as a picture, she so reminded me of my sisters, and my nieces when they were that age.

I complemented the young man on his family, and told the mother, "Good job, mom!"

Then, she said it. She said something I haven't heard in so long. She looked me right in the eye with an expression that knew neither pain, nor fear, nor guilt, and said with a lovely Southern accent, "Well, Mister Phillips, somebody's got to have the White babies. Seems like nobody else is."

There's hope.

Terry