go to work. You’ve got to go to
school.”
“But aren’t you afraid?” I’d say.
“There’s only one of you and there’s
so many of them.”
“Honey, I’m not alone,” she’d
say. “I’ve got all of Heaven’s angels
behind me.”
“Well, it would be nice if we
could see them,” I’d say. “Because I
don’t think the rioters know they’re
there.”
She’d tell me not to worry. She
always came back to the phrase she
lived by: “If God is with me, who
can be against me?” She was never
scared. Even when she should have