“Hi, I need your advice.” That kind of opening at 2pm on a Sunday is rarely good. “There are these guys in pickup trucks loaded to the top of the cab with donations for flood victims.” There was a strange hesitance in his voice.
“There are about 14 of them, each flying a Confederate flag. They want to donate and then they want to volunteer with cleanup… What do I tell them?”
There came a rush of feeling and memory. I breathed deeply. I could practically see the words form in the air around me. “Tell them ‘Thank you,’ and find them somewhere to volunteer.”