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This story is about a man, Michael Foster, who belongs to a very religious family. His mother and grandmother have profound faith in God, and they wanted for him to have the same faith as well. This story also portrays how after a tragic incident, man gets closer to God. He becomes more aware of his presence. He starts to appreciate God more. Michael also realizes how merciful God has always been to him, how God has saved his life multiple times. After being shot twice in the face, he became aware that his mother also has a profound faith in God. As we can see, in the first paragraph, Michael is taken to the hospital, and when nurses and doctors attended him—thinking they were some angels who had come to take his soul out of his body to another too heaven. He also began to pray to God so he could feel lesser of everything. At last, he became unconscious.
Gail "Gay" Foster had been born into one of the most powerful families in the south, Katherine her mother, a hard-working woman, like most of the African Americans, would venture north in the pursuit of happiness. Little did she know that taking her rebellious teen to the big lights of the Motor City would only make matters worse.
Gail is was not ready to leave him; her father, having helped him run his moonshine at night and go to school during the day. Ever since she can remember, she was by his side, making the late-night runs through the surrounding counties. How would she make money? all she knew was moonshine.
As the 1963 Cadillac pulled off from the driveway, her siblings Albert, Marvaline & Frank played pick a color on the back seat. Gail would be staring out the rear window watching her father wave goodbye. How would she find her way around the big city? being different from the other girls.
Gay! Gay! Yes, mama! Answer the door. Dragging out of bed, stretching her arms to the sky, smiling, thinking the coney island date she had a good time, Gay! Gay! Please don't make me come in there and get you up. Ok, mama coming down the hallway, a figure could be seen through the glass. Who had come to see them? Who kept ringing their doorbell? Like an idiot. Through the glass-encased front door, she could see the silhouette of a man, a tall man. "Ding Dong," the doorbell rang. Before she could fix her mouth to Give to whomever, it was a piece of her mind. The door swung open in awe as she set her eyes on the tall, dark figure standing there before she could scream with excitement. Her mother had turned the corner with Marvaline, Frank, Albert along her side; Katherine knew one day he would come! Gay, the years had passed. She had become old enough to run his moonshine business. for him.
