300 shots from a protest at a Phoenix mosque. One photo of one little girl changed everything — and led me back through the front door with a print in my hand
A man asleep in the gravel. The word CHURCH in metal letters four feet away. I pulled over because the frame said everything words have been failing to say.
A young man out of jail kept telling me about someone named Albert. I stopped by the shelter to meet him. That visit changed the trajectory of my giving.