Savannah mentioned how hard it was to give up one of her coats that winter in Jordan when it snowed really hard and we had gathered some supplies to take to the Gypsies who lived in tents near our home.
“Good connection,” I said to Savannah. “Grace, can you think of connection to your life?”
Grace thought for a moment and then recounted that once her friend who was “really, really rich,” had some stick-on earrings that Grace liked. “And when I told her that I was poor, she just . . . gave me the earrings!”
Grace is my very own street urchin.