Writer's Block: The Kindness of Strangers
When I was 15, I played guitar and sang at mass for my church's teen program. During that summer, there was an opportunity for the people in that program to go on a retreat to Arizona for a few days.
I wasn't planning on going on that trip, but one day my priest called me and told me that an anonymous donor wanted to pay for the musicians to go on the trip. Thanks to their kindness, I got to go to Arizona.
Of course, this was in August, so it was insanely hot and I got super sunburnt, but it was still a good time.
I wasn't planning on going on that trip, but one day my priest called me and told me that an anonymous donor wanted to pay for the musicians to go on the trip. Thanks to their kindness, I got to go to Arizona.
Of course, this was in August, so it was insanely hot and I got super sunburnt, but it was still a good time.