It's been about eleven weeks since Peter and I returned from Ghana, and the schools there and here have been making good progress at exchanging letters. It's truly been a blessing to hear how excited the students in both places are to learn about each others' lives. I sometimes read the letters, and they always make me happy and sad all at once. Some of the students and their parents are making great sacrifices so that they can go to school, and some are frustrated by the lack of textbooks or opportunities to study. But I'm also touched by the warmth and optimism that the letters reflect. While in Ghana, many students and teachers told me that they hoped that they could some day travel to the U.S., and a few gently reminded me that my life was much more privileged than theirs--that I could, for example, travel to see them much more easily than they could trave to see me. On this cold winter day, I look at the paintings that proud students at Anani Memorial International School showed me and wish that I was there to soak in the warmth of their smiles and the Ghana sun. And I hope and pray that they enjoy opportunities worthy of their talents.
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