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When we don’t give up (or give up), when we falter and doubt, when we feel the passion of a new beginning even when it doesn’t come to pass, we get a glimpse at who we are. Sometimes the loss or the abandonment of a dream helps us to gauge whether we are on track or not. Sometimes a seemingly negative event is a means to fine tune our search. On Martin Luther King Jr. day, my friend was not dressed correctly for a door to door fire safety campaign in the bitter cold and I ended up staying home. I was disappointed because this was an opportunity to do community service. Instead, I watched the series America Beyond The Color Line. What grabbed me was an interview with an articulate prison inmate who was passionate about the need for literacy and clear communication skills as tools for getting beyond the “prison” of circumstances that trapped incarcerated blacks and others. There is a “mission” group here in Toledo, Ohio that is doing something-creating job opportunities, providing housing for newly employed homeless so they can save for an apartment, and a literacy program. A group of people, including myself, are going to start visiting this month. Is this what I have been preparing for?
The wife of a soldier in Afghanistan wanted this for Christmas.
