Now picture at one of those tables 11 children aged three to four seated hap-hazard about. There are boys and girls, blue eyed, brown eyed, dark and light haired. Some are skinny, some still carry that little bit of baby fat we all love to snuggle and squeeze. But at the head of the table there is one, a young man who's skin is dark, hair the color of ebony and eyes bright and always looking for the next adventure.
Out of nowhere I hear his voice, this young man who came from an orphanage in South America. I turn to look and see what he is up to, stay with me: I see his arms reaching for the heaven's, his head bent back looking high, and the words resounding from his tiny little frame were anything but little and tiny....
"Thank God for the Blessings we have received"
I think he found his calling!