By Brooke Loving-Bagwell, PLF Intern
The classroom desks were filled with students, eager to recite the alphabet and practice their English. Outside, inquisitive little ones lined the windowsills to get a glimpse of the class lessons. I remember their immense smiles, bowing heads and folded hands. Their gratitude—for an afternoon snack, bright red Frisbees and fresh jump ropes—touched me. Together, we played games in the dusty school yard, laughing and howling as the students attempted to jump rope for the first time. Looking around at the students, many the same age as me, I began to recognize the great privilege I had.