Sometimes, manna falls from the sky. Our dear Saranraj returned to us today after being gone for about eight months. He was one of the original children who had joined Rising Star at its inception several years ago. Volunteers and directors alike had been devastated to lose him. Losing beloved children has been the saddest aspect of this work.
It was a small miracle that I happened to be at the right place at the right time this evening. I was there when the bus brought him back to campus. He stepped off, shoeless, with nothing but the clothes he was wearing.
It was a small miracle that I happened to be at the right place at the right time this evening. I was there when the bus brought him back to campus. He stepped off, shoeless, with nothing but the clothes he was wearing.
I hope to never forget the reception the children and housemothers gave to Saranraj when they first saw him in the dining hall. It was a sacred moment, and I am grateful to have been a part of it (and to have had my camera at the ready!). It is beautiful and transforming to know that children can be so kind to each other. This does wonders for my Weltanschauung.
Ashok has his pal back.
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