I was happy to see Tito open my cabin door with a plate of some bread for me to eat. My morning had been a rough one of food deciding to make a u-turn in my belly, I think that sweet pumpkin milk is not going to show itself again on my personal menu.
But, I couldn't help but smile as he turned and left my room. At 16 yrs of age he truly was confident of who he was and where he was going. He´s not influenced by those around him; he´s willing to be looked at differently; he follows through with committments; he likes who he is; he is going to be a leader and influence many.
What do we see when we ask the same questions about oursleves? It's a startling thought to question myself while comparing myself to a 16 yr old boy who used to live on the streets of Colombia. I'm challenged & burdened at the same time and all the while . . . . . changed.
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