Learning As I Go: Together in unity

Christy Bass Adams Guest Columnist She reached out and grabbed my hand. Her smile told me how much she cared. I reached over and took the hand of the person on my other side, who in turn did the same. “We are the world, we are the children,” proudly left each person’s lips. As the lyrics flowed from my mouth, I looked at the hands of people around the room. Black. White. Hispanic. Young. Middle-aged. Elderly. A smile that began in my heart spread to my face. It’s been a hard few weeks