For our middle school youth, they thought we were crazy. Last fall we discussed with them about running the mini marathon. That first run was not a fun one….but they could not see the idea of running 13.1 miles. Quite honestly, I think I understand. Yet, their miles increased and their excitement grew, and then came the day.

The Indianapolis Star ran a front page article featuring our kids and their mini-marathon effort. Off and running… each student completing the mini and accomplishing a dream that seemed much too big. They never figured it was possible for them. Yet, they accomplished it and hopefully set a course for life of bigger dreams and much bigger accomplishments.

Jay

So this is the month of May… exciting days here in Indianapolis. I grew up in Ohio, and each Memorial weekend we would travel to upper Ohio to see my aunts, uncles, and cousins. I remember lying in the back of our station wagon, listening to the broadcast of the Indy 500. Names like Rick Mears, Gordon Johncock, AJ Foyt, and Mario Andretti are just a handful of those who I remember listening to.

Now, living here in Indianapolis, I have had the privilege of listening to those cars as I drive through that part of our city. I see a city that erupts in excitement with all the happenings of this month.

Yet, each day, we battle a race that is one that never seems to end. One that helps us instill hope in the lives of those we serve. Hope is really the challenge, for many… they have accepted their fate and see no escape. Yet, Hope can fuel the race that leads them to more than a checkered flag, but a lifetime free of poverty.

I thank you for your help and I appreciate your sacrifice to make a difference.

The race has begun… the flag has dropped and the kids are fighting for position in life. You make that possible.

Giving Hope!

Jay