I pulled out all my letters last night. I was sharing with some teammates about how awesome these kids are and how absolutely amazing it is that we can call them “friends” – that we can have any sort of relationship with them. 616 more words
115 million children.
Raped. Mutilated. Sacrificed. Forced into hard labor. Forced into marriage. Their safety is jeopardized. Their reality is barbaric. Their screams are silenced. Why? 370 more words
69.1 miles on the bike – not sure where or how I lost that .9. I did make one wrong turn, but I accidentally added a mile on at the beginning when I forgot my sunglasses/bug guards and had to return home.
I always struggle to find the right words in the days after these big events. One, because I’m so exhausted in every possible way, and two because how can I reduce these moments to words when there’s so much emotion and so much meaning. 305 more words