He sat in the back of the classroom. Kept to himself. Brought his lunch in a brown paper bag.
Every day he pulled half a sandwich from his bag, and a small piece of bruised fruit…. if he was lucky.
Every day he folded that same brown paper bag up and put it in his backpack to take home.
It wasn’t unusual to see him eyeing the leftovers so many kids in his class were carelessly tossing away.
Kids made fun of him because he was the tallest in our class. And because he was quiet. And because his clothes were often dirty and unkempt. But do you know what he really was?
It took me almost a quarter of a century to understand that.
His name was James. James wasn’t a statistic. He had a story. What he didn’t have was hope.
It is easy to tell you there are 16 million kids in this country just like James. The greater challenge: getting the average person to know, to understand, to care. It is hard to care about numbers, but it is equally hard to ignore emotion, to ignore stories… to ignore the idea of HOPE.
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I HOPE the music, the song, the stories motivate you as they have me….
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