They knew our names

27 January 2009

This is a beautiful story.

I did a post about this over at Humans At Work, in which I said: The power of human beings to make each other feel special–¦ imagine how these kids felt on that bus trip home. When I do, it makes me cry, and it makes me glad to be human.

Posted by Kelley | Filed Under being human, blog 

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3 Responses to “They knew our names”

  1. Realmcovet on January 27th, 2009 3:57 pm

    “With the economy six feet under and Christmas running on about three and a half reindeer, it’s nice to know that one of the best presents you can give is still absolutely free”.

    S’very true!! How inspiring. Thank you for sharing the beauty.

  2. karina on January 27th, 2009 8:31 pm

    When I got back from school today, I cried because I was sad—about nothing in particular, it’s just one of those days for me.

    And then I came here, followed the link, read the story, and kept crying—but this time, it was for all the beautiful things people can do sometimes. I love being surprised.

    Thank you, Kelley.

  3. Robin on January 28th, 2009 1:29 pm

    Thanks for passing along this hopefull story. My partner is teaching a undergrad social work class that incorporates a social justice paradigm. She tries to end each class with a real life example of how peaple can use a privileged status to be supportive of those that do not have that particular privilege. (i.e., to not use the privilege to take advantage.) She’s going to read this story in her class tomorrow!!!

    You’re absolutely right . . . it’s the personal, small things we can do to recgonize each other as human. Heartfelt, honest giving is priceless. That those young prisoners were cheered for by NAME . . . well, it makes me cry too.

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