Debra is my new friend.
I see her out smoking occasionally when I’m walking out and about around downtown Jackson. She runs a local business.
I really admire Debra.
She lives in Jackson. I don’t. She’s a female. Last time I checked, I’m not. She’s black. I’m pretty pasty. She smokes. I don’t. But that’s probably the extent of our differences. We’re really a lot alike.
We both worry about Jackson. She is worried that people seem to not care. Me, too. I know that a strong Jackson is important for the metro and Mississippi. She agrees. We both want the best for our children and know that education is the best path. We both worry about pressures our kids face. We discuss our political leadership, their flaws and what we’d like to see in the way of leadership. She gives me her perspective. I share mine. And we respect that we’ve walked different paths to get to that spot on the sidewalk.
But what I like the most about Debra is that she has a wicked sense of humor. She knows that you have to laugh at the crazy things life or you’ll go crazy yourself. She’s funny. Very funny.
Debra is my new friend. She makes me laugh. And I’m better off for it.