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buzz of conversations. “May I have your attention,
     please?! May I have your attention?”
    Yelling at the top of her lungs didn’t make the slightest bit of difference. But when a man yelled, “Listen up, everybody,”
     the noise was hushed instantly like someone’d stuck a bottle in a hollering baby’s mouth.
Lord, if I had known You were going to show out like this, I would’ve rented a sound system
. Charity smiled and nodded at the man.
    “Good evening, everyone,” she said, greeting the attendees with a smile. “I’m Charity Phillips, and it’s so good to look out
     over this crowd and see so many familiar faces. I want to personally thank each and every one of you for your support and
     kind words. Your being here tonight means so much to me and the staff. Thank you all for sacrificing and taking time out of
     your busy schedules to come by and be with us on a Friday evening. I was told that an all-black counseling center wasn’t necessary.
     Naysayers said that we have enough things separating us as it is. But when I started practicing as a therapist six years ago,
     I became aware of the divisive devices they spoke of and have desired ever since to do something about them…” Charity
     stopped speaking to allow the applause that erupted through the crowd. “Thank you. The word ‘horizon’ refers to the line that
     forms the boundary between the earth and sky. That’s what we’ll strive to do for each person you refer to us. We want to help
     them realize that the line, the boundary, the barrier that stands between where they are and where they want to be is a thin
     one. It can be overstepped, overdrawn, and overcome. Horizons is a place where our people will be encouraged to come for help,
     a place where we will be validated, and a place where we can learn about ourselves and be challenged to grow.” The applause
     grew more thunderous than before.
    “At this time, I would like to introduce two very special people.” She scanned the room. “Iesha and Harmony, will you come
     forward and say hello?”
    Charity saw two places in the crowd open up as people stepped back to allow Harmony and Iesha through. Harmony, whose light
     skin radiated in an African-printed frock, walked toward Charity. It looked like her dreadlocks had been half dipped in gray
     paint. The black part was secured at the nape of her neck with a thick, red rubber band, and the rest looked like gray cords
     resting on her back as she slowly made her way to the front of the room where Charity stood. To allow Iesha the extra time
     she needed to sashay through the crowd, she motioned for Harmony to introduce herself.
    “Good evening,” she said slowly as if she was concentrating on the articulation of her words. “My name is Harmony Scott. I
     am an adolescent and family counselor. I have more than ten years’ experience and am excited to be working with Charity. I
     share her vision for Horizons and appreciate the referrals you will send to us. For the people you send, we hope to help guide
     them back to their spiritual source and help them open up their hearts and minds as they are challenged by large and small
     difficulties. We hope to help them find sacred footing on ordinary ground, and experience miracles every day. Thank you,”
     she said, bowing.
    Charity clapped along with the audience, ignoring the scowling expression on Iesha’s face once she saw Harmony bowing. Hoping
     that no one else would notice Iesha’s bad manners, Charity motioned for Iesha to introduce herself.
    “Hey, everybody, I’m Iesha,” she said plainly. “I’mma be the voice on the other end of the phone when you call. I’m the secretary.”
    Administrative assistant!
    “I’m excited about the center, too. Thanks for coming out.” She shrugged, letting Charity know she couldn’t think of anything
     else to say.
    “Staff, let’s give everyone a hand for coming out tonight,” Charity rescued her. The three of them clapped