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Favorite crayon The green crayon was her favorite. Green was her favorite color, and it hung out in her crayola box, nestled among the other crayons, all of them pretty. But green was her favorite. Mary was not her favorite classmate. She was okay, but she was not a favorite of anyone. Mary was not…
Empty gifts I just wanted to see some giving for the heart. That Christmas season, Dave and I walked through a large room in the social services department. Tables were piled with brand new gifts for children. Local folks and organizations had given freely and graciously, wanting to provide children who had little with a good…
Easy Hospitality “There’s somebody pounding on the door,” Sandy told me. Two o’clock in the morning?! Who could that be?! The night seemed foreboding. Could this be a ploy? Looking through the window I saw only her, crying, “Please help me. I’ve been raped.” Cold, wet, and trembling, she rushed inside when I opened the…
Water. A rationed bottle of water for a friend. It has been five years, and she still talks about Rico – the boy who offered his rationed bottled water to her. It was her first time in an international setting with agriculture, a lifestyle that transcends every language, culture, and country. The Virginia Tech team of…
Cherry Pits and Piggy Banks The Boy He loved Pepsi, pancakes, cookies, and apple pie. He disliked naps, peas, and bedtime. Most definitely, he did not like church. In fact, he told us with a four-year-old’s directness that he hated church. He would say so every Saturday night and again on Sunday morning. “Why does…
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