There was a time during Donald Davis's college freshman year when he wasn't really sure if he wanted to claim his hometown of Sulpher Springs, North Carolina. But a boy named Stanley Easter changed his mind. "The year after that," he recalls, "I did go home from college for Thanksgiving. In fact, I had now become so proud of where I was from that I could hardly wait to get home. I no longer had to lie about where I was from. The world of childhood was quickly becoming a dear place to visit." This story of accepting one's roots endears anyone who has ever thought twice about admitting where they came from. And Davis, in his sly narration, acknowledges that a whole lifetime of thoughts and attitudes can be rearranged in a single moment.
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