Last year, he was just a working student at Foundation University, serving his time on the landscaping crew: trimming hedges, cutting grass, living on campus in the barracks with other young men with similar jobs and similar hopes- that they might one day graduate with college degrees. Like most of the others, he came from a family who were unable to pay for his education. I wrote about him at that time, and pictured him as you see him here, serving his time, tired from his work and a little lonely.
And look at him now: a happy graduate with a bachelor’s degree from F.U. and a good starting job, working in a bank. It took him five years to get to this moment, five years of hard work and hard study away from home.
Unlike many other boys in his neighborhood, he never took drugs, or snatched cell phones, or got into drunken fights, or into trouble with the police. Because he had always been at taught at home: to know who he was, what he needed to do. Although his parents had little money, they were able to give him that.
It does happen. Just not often enough.
