I lied. Here is one from an early time. A situationally learned grace granted by another hurting soul.

A note on the little mixed girl I was told not to befriend in preschool. I can’t remember your name. I only remember how it was explained that no one would claim you socially. That you stood outside acceptance and that this fact was to be understood and obeyed. A “non”-racist proclaimed it to me one day. And still, the one girl who was kind to me in a new space met me behind the projects. Only five and yet her strength radiating. She taught me how to snap. Still to this day I snap when saddest to remember that our situations are a choice. One that girl was courageous enough to make for me. Now that’s a role to model.