I was humbled to be invited and there was no way I was going to miss being there in person. I flew to Alabama.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think my hero would become a teacher + a mentor...an elder who passed down his wisdom to so many of us.
When President Obama sat down, he squeezed First Lady Michelle Obama’s hand - we knew we were witnessing history.
I was walking on the side of the bridge where “Bloody Sunday” took place, just taking it all in, when a silver SUV pulled up.
The car door opened.
And John Lewis stepped out.
He looked at me and I looked at him.
We didn’t say a word.
Seconds of silence.
After a few moments, he said “Skolnik, can you take a picture of me?”
I nodded my head.
When I was done, I asked him why he was here.
He gave me a big hug + whispered, “We got beaten, but we never gave up.”