The Ten Cent Story

About ten years ago, I printed a booklet of my short stories and poems for family and friends about the children and young people I had met along the way. This was before Facebook and cell phones. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again. Over time, I have reconnected with some. One of the stories was about meeting Mator. I believe the stories are not over yet. This year is twenty years since I met Mator. I hope his dream of seeing a school in his childhood village will one day come true. I hope one day to be able to add to the stories and find out that God was working behind the scenes the whole time. Hopefully, I have at least twenty more years left in my life, enough time to see how the stories turned out. By then, my grand-daughter will be a young woman and her mother will be telling her about her birthplace in Sudan. I hope to see the next generation both in America and in Sudan blossom because someone gave them the opportunity for an education.