I'd like to tell you a story about someone who's very special to me: my mom, Verlene Warnock.
As a teenager growing up in Waycross, Georgia, in the 1950s, my mom used to pick somebody else's cotton. She raised 12 boys and girls in public housing on the west side of Savannah – and although money was short, Mom's love was always long. She told us we could do anything we put our minds to.
Just last year, Mom used her 82-year-old hands that used to pick somebody else's cotton to pick her son to be a United States senator from Georgia, the first Black senator in our state's history. God bless you, Mom. |
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