"Twice this week I was rendered speechless by the power of unexpected
generosity. The first was an actual gift from someone I barely knew, and
the second was a story of survival that took such courage to write that
I experienced it as a gift. The gift was brought by one of my students,
from her mother who I only met once. It was her mother's way of saying
thank you to me for loving her daughter so well, and I literally could
not speak when I unwrapped it. A weaver, she raises sheep for wool which
she shears, cards, cleans, spins and dyes with plant dyes before
weaving it into blankets and shawls." Carolyn North shares more.
