Jhon Alexander

I often find myself just watching Alexander and smiling.  He is the oldest boy at the farm but has a long way to go.  He arrived at the farm years ago with long black hair, clothes to match, a sexually confused young boy, yet longing for his identity.  Today, he can be seen constantly joking, laughing, poking fun, embracing, and never far from a smile.  It was incredible to hear this young man's story as we sat on that bench outside and his eyes filled with water as he recanted the life that he has since left and how his life is still a battle that he desires to win.  Alexander, I am proud to know you, proud to see you changed, and confident that your victory is in sight and near.  Thank-you. . . .