Standing on My Knees

I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of west Baltimore that Baltimoreans call the Village--Edmonson Village, to be exact--and proceeded to make my way through the hood, toward a rather grim-looking sub shop.This particular sub shop was a familiar passage where food inspectors were...
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I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of west Baltimore that Baltimoreans call the Village--Edmonson Village, to be exact--and proceeded to make my way through the hood, toward a rather grim-looking sub shop.This particular sub shop was a familiar passage where food inspectors were sure to notice the cooks not washing their hands, where the ovens would probably need a good cleaning, and the windows and floors would more than likely be absent of a fresh coat of paint or a wash; yet this place had the best subs five miles north or south of the beltway. The funny part about this entire situation was that this was a place that I knew I had no business eating anything out of.Sometimes it's the most unlikely places where God has us meet those who are destined to serve as teachers and/or students in our lives