rebelling against low expectations
“Do you want a heavier coat?” the lady asked me. Maybe she had seen me trembling as the cold, late-fall wind snaked over us. But as I glanced down at my white hands that were shaking as they grasped at each other, I knew that the chilly day had nothing to do with it …. I had just witnessed murder. I had watched a dozen children brought to their deaths and the cold terror filled me. I stood...
To teens who want to make a difference, I have an opportunity for you. Perhaps you are here because you want to “do hard things.” What I’m about to ask of you is not really hard, but it could save a life. It won’t cost you any money. It probably won’t even cost you more than five minutes of your time. Yet, because of your willingness to make a difference, you could bring love and life to a little...
It’s midnight in America. As we lay sleeping, the sun is dusting a half-curtained window far away. If you looked through that window you would see a line of cribs. Little heads are slowing raising. In the midst of these children are two tiny boys. One named Yuri and one named Viktor. Yuri crawls to the edge of his crib and pulls himself up to watch the rays of sun tumble to the floor. Viktor...
rebelling against low expectations
