Uncle Ro —
“Now listen — when I was little, Sunday meant starch in your collar and a peppermint from your auntie’s purse. But even back then, it was deeper than that.
Sunday was the one day the whole world felt possible.
You put on your best not because you were rich — but because you believed you were worthy.
These days, I still walk the streets of Harlem on Sundays. Still nod at the brownstones. Still hear the drums if I listen close enough.
And I’ll tell you this — no matter where you’re headed, start with gratitude.
That’s the best travel tip I got. Gratitude will get you everywhere money can’t.”
