The day the Old Father died, nations mourned. They sang in every tongue of his sacrifice and deeds, and though countless tears were shed, millions smiled because, thanks to him, they could.
I was but one that day, but it was the first day I lived as if I alone could make a real difference.
* * * * * FFF-55 Vol. LXV. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man. Dedicated to the life of Nelson Mandela, July 18, 1918-December 5, 2013.