Part 2: Good things do happen

Editor’s note: Luella Dow continues her story from last week of challenges faced in her youth.

Even at my age I understood they didn’t like me. I’d go home again. I managed to gather the armful of school supplies I had brought to school and started down the road.

I hadn’t gone 10 steps before I heard a blaring horn and a man’s voice, “Get off the road. You’re too little to be out here by yourself. I ain’t gonna be responsible for you.”

I ran to the other side of the road. The man raced his car past me and left me in sheets of dust. I heard another car coming and sighed. “Another one?”

This car...