"He must have been around 66. When he walked in through the sliding glass doors, he had to bend down a little bit to avoid hitting the top beam. He was a well-built African American. He was dressed to kill. His blue full-sleeved shirt still looked prim, proper, neatly pressed with the crease still showing although it was towards the end of a working day. His black slacks looked classy, professional, and rich. His shoes were shining spick-and-span. His head and face were clean shaven. He took a seat on the couch that was adjacent to mine. I was sitting at the car dealership waiting for my car to be serviced." What follows is the story of an inspirational encounter that unfolded in the midst of an ordinary day.
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