By Claire Gaus
Chance meetings can sometimes become defining moments in one's life. The day before Mothers' Day I had one of those defining moments, an epiphany.
My daughter and I were shopping in he women's section of a Chattanooga department store, just browsing, looking not too hard for something interesting. Another shopper, a fortyish black man with a cane, was also looking, but looking hard, pulling out one garment after the other, then rejecting them, only to search again. Finally, he made his choices, putting together a top and a bottom for his lady.