09 May Great Memories

I recently drove through my hometown of Dayton, Ohio. As I drove through my old neighborhood, a flood of memories came over me. The old store, Fouts, is now gone. My school has been torn down, and boy, the block I grew up on was not near as big as I remembered it. The old big house—where my brothers and I perfected mischief—is a bit rundown and looks much smaller.

Memories…that is what we are helping our students create each and everyday. Good memories of growing up. Your help makes the memory machine produce lots of smiles, and a future filled with hope.

My prayer for our kids is that they may have many great memories of growing up.