This week we've been hosting a team of high schoolers from Fresno. They are awesome.
Here a few things I witnessed today, in no particular order.
Someone serenading little Mary and her friend Frances with a song on Ninth Street, accompanied by a ukelele.
Katie, who has a physical disability ( and I use the term loosely in Katie's case), saying the following phrases to people at the barbecue, and completely disarming them with her frank sweetness:
"Will you tell me your story?"
"Can I give you a hug?"
"Jesus loves you!"
A dance-off between myself, Chris, some teens from Ninth Street, and most of the Fresno team, by the back of the van, all the while blaring Michael Jackson songs.
A girl named Angel, who is one, serving Marvin a hamburger and a heaping pile of natural kindness.
Young women who eat whole burritos, quesadillas, and plates of tacos without leaving a speck of leftovers. (I was very disappointed that my clean-up services were not required).
A team of people that truly loves one another.