A top aide to Martin Luther King, Jr., Andrew Young has been a witness to history and has made his own. During the cvil rights movement, he worked tirelessly as a strategist and negotiator during the campaigns that resulted in the passage of the Civil Rights Act and Voting Rights Act, and was at Martin Luther King, Jr.'s side when he was assassinated. For years, in correspondence and conversation, he has been mentoring his godson, Kabir Sehgal. In this entertaining and provocative discourse, Young shares his thoughts and meditations on such important topics as race, civil rights, faith, and leadership. Young offers his wisdom on these subjects to a new generation of young men and women in hopes that his battle-tested voice will inspire and encourage those in whose hands the world will soon rest.

We walked off the ferry along the wide, sloping gangplank, and when my feet hit the firm wooden planks of the jetty I staggered, legs suddenly feeling like jelly . . . Taking Mum's hand, I whispered, 'Are we really safe, here?' After a perilous and terrifying escape from war-torn Afghanistan, Gulnessa and her family find themselves in Australia, a place they know nothing about. They are exhausted and traumatised, but so full of hope. At last, somewhere safe to call home. But their struggle isn't over yet. They are confined in a detention centre for asylum seekers, and forced to prove their refugee status. As days drag into weeks and months, Gulnessa is determined to stay strong. She must keep her family together, and fight for her friend Abdul – with whom she has secretly fallen in love. She cannot give up hope for a second chance at life, and the opportunity to build a future in a new land.

From the day my husband died, my days disappeared one into another with nothing familiar happening. I was oblivious to even the usual daily happenings—drinking coffee, combing my hair, carrying-on any kind of conversation, did I put toothpaste on my brush, where did I put my purse, why should I eat? I’m not hungry—and the length of each day was forever. Would I ever put enough days together so I could be normal again? Did anyone else ever feel the way I did? I wanted to read about them. I didn’t find any personal stories. Little notes I had written on the calendar restored my journaling and the fist year was accomplished. The victory—I survived the first year!!!!

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