Miguelito

A boy, OR I could say a group of boys who tender up my heart. They make me want to keep going. I look at them and all I think of is love, letting love "fly like crazy."

They are my brothers, and I see how I have been blessed to be a blessing.

They have so much HOPE in them, and these boys just show there love for God.

For instance, Miguel Angel, or as every body calls him: Miguelito. As I got to know him better throughout the night, I realized how much talent and joy he has. How he chased me through the basketball court trying not to bump into the other many kids in there, I realized how "equal" or how "fifty-fifty" we are. Little did I think that realizing we were both from the same country, from the same Father, and that even though we have many differences that we all forgot we had, that my heart could break so much for him, or I should say, them. We all have different backgrounds, and we all help each other in different ways. They showed me and opened the door to the assurance that it is not about me. At some point in life we all know that, but the assurance of it brings joy to my heart. Miguelito and all the other boys brought so much joy to my life this friday and never will I forget the huge bear hugs that he gave me every time he thought they were leaving until they actually left. I didn't want to let go until he let go of me and snuggled out of my tight arms. We all became one for a night, and that is just how it should always be.