We arrived on campus Tuesday, August 18^th to begin the check-in process. Greg Jr. arrived hours before we did so when we arrived he was all settled in giving other students tours of the campus. Greg Jr. has been visiting the campus since he was 6 months old. 

Greg Jr. has a great roommate from California. I think they will get along well together considering they have similar backgrounds. I met the roommate’s parents and they are first class people. I look forward to getting to know them better. 

On Wednesday, August 19^th through Thursday, August 20^th we attended Welcoming Ceremonies with Administrators, Faculty, Staff, and Students; Morehouse Academic Program; and College Resources. We also enjoyed listening to Bill Cosby share his experience of being a Morehouse Dad. Dr. Cosby’s son Ennis graduated from Morehouse the same year that Attorney Joe Morgan Reed graduated from Morehouse. Everything was excellent, but nothing compared to the parting ceremony for parents. We are still wiping away our tears. It was so moving I will remember it for the rest of my life. I have now coined the phrase: “NOBODY DOES IT LIKE MOREHOUSE College!” 

Just before we left I reminded Greg Jr. about our family curfew of 12: o’clock. (Nothing good happens after midnight). I explained to him that the reason for the curfew is that our ancestors, (our guardian angels) go to sleep at midnight therefore leaving us vulnerable. I believe our ancestors watch over us until midnight. 

As we traveled thorough Auburn, Alabama back home to Montgomery, Alabama on Friday, August 21, 2009 a portion of my right passenger side back tire unraveled as I was passing an eighteen wheeler. It knocked some wiring to the fuel pump loose and I almost lost control of the car. Fortunately the 18 wheeler next to me moved on and I was able to pull off Interstate 85 on to the side of the road. 

In five minutes a couple passing by stopped and offered their assistance. The husband said that he recognized me. We were thrilled to receive their assistance. They drove Debra and my father who accompanied us on the trip to the next rest area which was in plain view. I waited with the vehicle for one hour and thirty minutes until the wrecker came. When the driver of the tow truck arrived the first thing out of his mouth was how fortunate I was to be able to pull off the interstate where a guard rail would protect me from the speeding traffic. He also noted how fortunate we were to be so close to the next rest area. After the driver loaded my vehicle he transported me to the rest area where Debra and my dad were waiting. In about thirty minutes we were en route to Montgomery riding with a complete stranger named Charles Smith. On this day he was our guardian angel. 

Charles Smith looked just like a co worker of mine named Keith Ray. Charles was headed to New Orleans to bury his 61 year old mother who had passed on Thursday. I shared with Charles the fact that he looked like my co worker Keith Ray and his name was the same as my maternal great grandfather. We arrived in Montgomery well before midnight. I gave him a token of appreciation for his assistance and my cell number. Our ancestors were truly watching over us and for that we are thankful to God! 

 In the words of my dad, “You must honor the chair whether it is sitting, walking or lying down.”