I am happy to report that finding stories to tell was not a problem. While the work of these students is as varied as the students themselves, there is a common thread in their understanding of themselves as having God-given gifts to share. Parents have sacrificed things we do not see. Let my eyes and ears be the teacher of my soul. Let the breaths of these people set my sail along the journey of life.
Late night chats that inspire and inquire.
Ambient places that give life to me. Hidden beauty in the streets of poverty. The sweet music of laughter, friends anew shaking hands. Teach me to offer as I have been offered. To touch as I have been touched.