I was fortunate enough to meet Maya Angelou. Well, briefly … I heard her speak at an event and once it was over she walked right past me. Touched me on the shoulder and said, “Thank you, young person,” as I applauded enthusiastically beaming like the groupie that I am. Now, every time I touch my left shoulder I can’t help by smile.

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