My Last Great Memory Of A UPS Driver: I Was Inside His Home Here In The State Of Georgia. I Sat Down On Their Sofa While The Nice Man Who Was A UPS Driver Sat On The Carpet Indian Style. I Was Waiting For My Bowl Of Oatmeal That His Wife Was Cooking. That's The Last Good Memory I Had Of Him Relaxed, Calm, Cool And Collective. Shortly Afterwards, The Baby Was Born She Was Crawling & Standing When They Took Their Vacation. Sadly, The Family Had Gotten Enough Rest But For Some Strange Reason, The Spirit Of Sleepy Came Over The Wife Then Their Was. A Fatal Accident. The Father & Infant Went On To Glory. At The Funeral, Their Were Two Caskets And Their Heads Were Swollen So Large It Looked Like A Small Luggage. I Hate That Image In My Mind Of The Two Of Them At The Funeral. He Was Faithful, Handsome, Healthy While Taking No Medication, Excellent Credit With A Mortgage That Was Paid On Time. I'm Still Broken By The UPS Driver I Once Knew From Church. He Was A Compliment TO My Race. HAVE A BODACIOUS AND MIRACULOUS DAY! -