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A school grows in Haiti on Detroit sweat, love

A school grows in Haiti on Detroit sweat, love

PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti - The children nudged forward, like racehorses at the post. Some wore purple shirts, some wore blue."Are you ready?" someone yelled."YES!" they screamed back.Usually, kids are dying to get out of school. These kids were dying to get in. A ceremonious ribbon was cut. Not a real ribbon. Pink duct tape. It's Haiti. Close enough.Snip! The kids raced through the doors.And a small rainbow spread over the future.
Lions set the bar high, and then go under it

Lions set the bar high, and then go under it

Matthew Stafford wore black on gray. Not a good sign. He limped across the locker room. Not a good sign. X-rays were coming, he predicted. Not a good sign. And when someone asked if it was a knee or an ankle or both, he pursed his lips and said, "I can't really tell right now."Not a good sign.

Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.

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