Back on the bus and off to Selma. There were TONS of people there. I even caught a glimpse of Al Sharpton as he walked out of Brown Chapel. And got pushed out of the way by the handlers (and groupies) walking with Jessie Jackson onto the bridge.
The walk itself was a different experience than I had expected. More crowds, standing still and not being able to move than energetic, spiritual walking. But it is an experience I am glad to have had. My walk across the bridge and through this life has been easy. I am forever grateful for the people before who laid the foundation I stand upon now. I hope in my small way that I can also affect change that will impact future generations.