Small steps along the journey

Back from Florida, and my grandfather's funeral, just a few days ago. Man, did that wipe me out. I think I could deal with my own emotions, it just breaks my heart to see my mom and my grandmother suffer through the pain of their immense loss.

I started to think about the idea of picking up the pieces. After all, it's one thing when your grandfather dies. It's another thing when a country's young babies are going hungry, going sick, again and again. When I was in Uganda, I saw a small coffin for a child. And it is that sight, and the thought, that really make me want to push forward i.HUG as a group, and our mission to kind of save these kids.

I know that sounds strong. And, certainly, there's no full-proof plan: a child Jane sponsor's ran away, again. But it's amazing how just looking after a child on the fringe can do so much.

That's a long way of saying I sent in the draft of the 501c3 for the lawyers to review. One step closer.