I didn't know who the hell this man was. At first he just seemed like a middle-aged, coming from the ghetto type of man. But he wasn't. He was far more than that.
On the bus home from San Francisco, I chose to sit in front of a man who couldn't shut his mouth about the Warriors. Of course I couldn't help but listen to the way he described and criticized Golden State's lost against Utah on Thursday night. He was someone I could relate to because of basketball. He then began describing his opinion of the the All-star game, all the way to the presidents campaign. Then he started talking about today's current issue. The way George bush corruptly obtains money and Cuba's cold hearted ways. It's like he opened my eyes to the real issues of the world. It was crazy.This man was a hopeful person. He saw the world equally, no matter the skin color nor the class. But when he started talking his life experience, it was like his sadness spread to me. This man was a black man who had his basketball dreams taken away from his because of his race. It was beyond sad. "Everytime I think about it, it brings tears to my eyes." And I don't know how a stranger can affect you so much, but he did. You shouldn't let one person change your perspective, but he changed mine for the better. He'll never know that he did, but I wish he could open the eyes of random people out there too.