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.