I am experiencing, rather observing, the power of time, quality time, with our youth. I am sitting outside under a blue sky and a settling sun while listening to the sounds. I can feel the wind caressing my face and back, and can hear the birds chirping, children playing and laughing, and see the determination of our youth. Perhaps what has stuck out to me the most is observing one of the neighborhood men teaching some of the neighborhood kids how to play football. Can you imagine the profound effect this time will have on these kids' lives?
If there is anything missing from society, it is the power of quality time. The ability to be fully present with our youth, detached from all cares and concerns. I believe that it is moments like these where joy is attained because we are in service not only to ourselves but to the dreams and aspirations of our children. I see a world filled with hurt and marred by pain. But when I hear the bounce of a ball and the sense of accomplishment that comes across in the giggles of the children's laughter, I see and feel so much more. I see hope. I see possibility. I see innocence. I see dreams in its early stages of manifestation. Most importantly, I see love. And I see how this world can and will be a better place, if only we'd take the time to make it that way.
