Jay Grewal

But when they brought Sabira out, the crowd parted almost magically. A sea of hands rose faster than a swell and a bidding war commenced, amongst these civilized gentlemen who made their living off the backs of slaves.

That was when I realized we weren__ born to beslaves. It was ignorant for any man to think he could be the master of another. We were all meant to be free, and somewhere there were good people helping to heal this broken world.

I couldn__ figure out if it was fate or faith that had brought me there. How funny those two words sounded when paired together. One was the inevitable, something I could not change in my life, while the other was the hope and belief that I could. These two words were enemies of each other, and one of them was down right dangerous for a slave to have anywhere near his mind.

He broke me down past the flesh, past the muscle, past the bone, down to my soul and in a loud provocation, he asked, __hat are you made of?__fter I gathered the broken bits and pieces of my life together, I shouted at the top of my lungs, __OPE! Unbreakable, undeniable, irrevocable hope!

If you stay on this path as long as I have, you__l soon learn that the road to providence leads right through perdition. And along that road, the devil__ waiting to collect his pound of flesh.

How a member of the church__ne who had read the Good Lord__ bible__ould sit so calmly and watch a man be led to his destruction frightened me.