Tim Barrus in the New York Times
Our time is over. My time is over. I am on my phone. On my back. Looking at the morning stars and the sunrise dust of light just now warming my world. My mountain Blue Ridge trees have turned bright red and yellow. Those leaves will fall. Autumn has arrived. It usually does.
I volunteer my time. Working with kids at-risk. They are everywhere. I have never seen so many morning stars. I have never seen so many kids failing, and failing, and failing.
They don’t make money. Either do I. We are volunteers in life. The stars and the kids and the oak trees make getting up in the morning worth the effort. There is so much work to do.