December 13th. Black Lives Matter March for all the young Black men that lost their lives at the hands of a fearful badly trained police. As I left the march to return home I saw this very tired man with a sleeping child in his arms. It was such a beautiful image, and so I though and hope we had marched effectively so that the child would not fear for his father live right now, nor the father would need not fear that when his son grew up he would be in danger in the streets of this country. There was so much this march made me aware of, at least for me, it was very meaningful.