I teared up when I thought about it.
After I'd watched the video on Fugees Family (Marianna had already seen it) which was after we'd gotten a call from them. A call asking if we'd donate some prints for their silent auction. A fundraiser to get the necessary funds to build a school for the displaced. For the bruised and the broken. For those who are missing home but who can't go back there again.
Or course we donated some prints. Shipped them down to ATL.
I teared up cause I realized how blessed we are to get to make things and we can use those things to help people. God is using us as a conduit for his blessings to other.
Cause we aren't the brave like Coach Luma. Who has given up everything to bring goodness to the world. We aren't the brave like her little warriors: the young ones who are fighting through this life away from their home, with joy and with determination. We aren't the brave like those folks who work daily at Fugees Family: who've left profitable jobs in the private sector to raise funds and shape minds that will make a difference.
We are just a couple of timid business owners, who wake up daily hoping that what we do today might make a difference. And on days like today, we realize that we do. Even if we aren't the brave. For it takes all kinds.
And so does Fugees Family.