Angelou’s son was involved in a horrendous automobile accident. He was seriously injured and was confined to the hospital for weeks. Ms. Angelou let her son’s injuries consume every aspect of her life. Her joy and personality slipped away and she lost focus of what she had wanted to accomplish in Africa. She was unable to forgive the man that caused the accident that hurt her son. One day, Ms. Angelou’s son asked her, “if I can see Richard and understand that he has been more hurt than I, what about you? Didn’t you mean all those sermons about tolerance? All that stuff about understanding? About before you criticize a man, you should walk a mile in his shoes?” (pg.7). This conversation helped to lead Ms. Angelou in the direction of snapping out of the trance of hatred and bitterness that she had been stuck in for weeks. Despite this small improvement, she still struggled with the pain caused by her son’s condition. Although she was experiencing an immense amount of sorrow, she was unable to communicate her emotions with other people and get the pain she was feeling off of her chest. Ms. Angelou was raised to believe that “Black Americans of my generation didn’t look kindly on public mourning except during or immediately after funerals. We were expected by
Angelou’s son was involved in a horrendous automobile accident. He was seriously injured and was confined to the hospital for weeks. Ms. Angelou let her son’s injuries consume every aspect of her life. Her joy and personality slipped away and she lost focus of what she had wanted to accomplish in Africa. She was unable to forgive the man that caused the accident that hurt her son. One day, Ms. Angelou’s son asked her, “if I can see Richard and understand that he has been more hurt than I, what about you? Didn’t you mean all those sermons about tolerance? All that stuff about understanding? About before you criticize a man, you should walk a mile in his shoes?” (pg.7). This conversation helped to lead Ms. Angelou in the direction of snapping out of the trance of hatred and bitterness that she had been stuck in for weeks. Despite this small improvement, she still struggled with the pain caused by her son’s condition. Although she was experiencing an immense amount of sorrow, she was unable to communicate her emotions with other people and get the pain she was feeling off of her chest. Ms. Angelou was raised to believe that “Black Americans of my generation didn’t look kindly on public mourning except during or immediately after funerals. We were expected by