The Song that Unites the Nation by Victor Parachin After toiling for eight and a half months in an immense pit, seven stories deep, where the World Trade Center twin towers once stood, a final tribute was held […]
But the day arrived when Joseph’s gift of dream interpretation was needed again. Pharaoh, who had two dreams, was desperate to know what they meant. Remembering how Joseph had accurately interpreted his dream, the king’s cup bearer recommended Joseph’s services.
As they celebrated the artist’s success and prepared for the second brother to attend school, they realized that his fingers, stiff and twisted from mine work, could no longer execute the delicate strokes of a sensitive artist.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured them. But as I watched the taillights of their white Toyota disappear over the aloe-covered hillside, it suddenly hit me: “I am thousands of miles from home, and I don’t know anybody.”