“No,” I agreed.

“He wasn’t.”

After the call, I asked Rachel to help me establish a small annual contribution to the fund.

I didn’t want my name on it.

I wanted students to receive toolkits and know only that somebody believed they deserved a chance to build something.

My own company was stabilizing.

Miguel had taken on a larger role, and I began returning to the yard several mornings a week.

I couldn’t do everything at once.