Faith Of Angels

Boston.  Stop.  Charming, clean, friendly, quaint.  Stop.  Magical, warm, unique, inspiring.  Full Stop.

The train pulled out of Penn Station a little after 3pm Wednesday afternoon.  The conductor on the train to New York was certain Amtrak would cancel the Boston run due to the imminent snow storm, and yet, there I sat on my way to Boston.  It was a trip that could only be described as magical.  There was not a hitch, or a hiccup. Trains ran on time, I grabbed a taxi right outside South Station, and the hotel was central to all our scheduled appointments.

The warmth and kindness of the people we interviewed was nothing short of inspiring, and confirmed there was a lot more than magic working in our favor.  Here were groups of people, strangers to one another, connected solely by one amazing lady who gave them all a common goal:  To help as many people, in every part of the world crying out for relief from their day-to-day pain and suffering.  How did they accomplish this impossible feat of generosity and kindness?  Only they know - and the Angels looking over them as they plowed their way into dark, dangerous and unknown territories armed with medicine, medical supplies and faith.

The faith of Angels is the only way to describe how these ordinary people without extraordinary talents, or wealth, or power found the strength to forge through the jungles of injustice to help their fellow man.