2010 VOF Week 2

You Don’t Have to Die Alone

When I was ten years old, I met a woman dying of breast cancer. She was so poor and malnourished that doctors said they could not operate on her to save her life. They sent her home to die.
With my students in South Cotabato, Mindanao, Philippines

The Storyteller

It has been a blessed year. January began with me basking in the glory of service. At that time, nothing felt quite as alive as being a propagator of social justice in the grassroots level.

Anachronisms

I thought I met you Yesterday, wearing a pair of fleecy blue gloves an upturned coat and a downturned smile; You whispered a song or sermon to yourself as you walked down

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