"Most wonderfully kind"

It was very late that Saturday night when the two white teen-age boys suddenly realized that they weren't on the street where they'd left the car earlier in the day; they were in New York City's Harlem area.

They'd driven in from the suburbs that morning, left the car at an uptown garage and taken the subway downtown to buy records and things like that. Somehow on the way back they'd gotten off at the wrong subway stop. That was the summer when many of our big cities experienced rioting in the black ghettos.

For a moment Jim felt almost paralyzed by fear. Strolling toward them, menacingly swinging bottles, were several black teenagers. Jim grabbed his brother's arm, and they spun around in the opposite direction only to be confronted by another gang of hostile teen-agers. Jim took a deep breath and began to pray.

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