For All Mankind Original We are so fearful

We are so fearful

My mother stood out on the wagon tongue & threw the whip to catch him

hunted over the beds for cucumbers and love-apples

Featherstone

For All Mankind Original We are so fearfulOne of the first children I met in Zambia was a little boy named Kennedy. At three years old, Kennedy had lost both of his parents to AIDS and was found living alone with his six year old brother and ten year old sister. When I thought of those three children struggling to survive and the millions of others across Africa in similar circumstances, I felt an overwhelming hopelessness and said to myself, No amount of money can fix this. I was curious to