"My" school kids may never make anyone's America's Brightest and Best list; but that does not diminish the love I feel for them. They are often dirty. At times they greet kindness with disdain. Trust is not something they've learned well in their lives. They can appear mean and obscene, but within each of them beats a wounded heart. And Wednesday of this week those hearts beat a little faster. They were in a safe place where the actions of adults are pretty predictable. There would be breakfast and lunch to fill their stomaches. And there would be that gray-haired-crazy-woman who they know loves them beyond reason.
At first glance this may not look like TEN things of thankful, but trust me it is so far beyond ten words can not even say.