text: Breaking the Cycle of Poverty - Facing Project
  Today I drive by that spot on Willard and the little house has been torn down. I'm thinking the baby's mamma may have stayed stuck in her dark whirlwind of dead ends and disappointments. But I have hopes that the baby found a good teacher like Kathy or a caring community member like my friends in Circles or someone who taught him how to have a dream and how to run toward it. And maybe, just maybe, he grew up to be someone who doesn't have to see life through sad, empty eyes.