So, people probably have no idea what's going on with me. Sometimes I feel like there's nothing significant going on. But I'm reminded of the small blessing from God. There are successful days, when kids in the neighborhood open up more, or my teammates and I go see and talk to our neighbors for hours and hours. Just the other day we talked to the Kings family. Mrs. King is about 90 years old. She was so happy to see us. She said that the efforts of the Civil Rights movement were successful because there a now white people likeus willing to move into their neighborhoods and help out in the community. I didn't do anything significant to deserve that comment. All I did was move here for a year. I'm really struggling to grasp the idea that it's not being successful in anything that matters, it's just getting out there and doing it. It's difficult enough to get people to move out of their comfort zones. Why do I worry that I'm not doing enough? Do I need to try harder?