The faintest ink is more powerful than the strongest memory.
—a Chinese proverb
Immediately after getting settled in on my desk, I asked my Sunday school teacher for some sheets of paper and crayons. It’s not that I like writing, it’s just one of the very few things that I can do as a sick kid. According to my doctor, I can’t play rough, I can’t do sports, I can’t even laugh hard (that’s what I was told). So, it’s reading books, playing the piano, and writing – or scribbling, because I can’t even read my own handwriting.
My Sunday school teacher handed me a ...
