My two younger sisters and I were sent to the orphanage all the way from Cedar Falls, Iowa in 1887, when I was nine years old. The orphanage was close to my father’s sisters. One of these aunts had a husband who was on the board of trustees there, which no doubt enabled us to be placed there, because there was a rule that only people from that area could go there.

But it was never about the money, which was not the thing that would save me, although it helped and came when I was ready to let go of the thing.

So, next I did what any good caregiver does: I returned to the danger. Inside the wheelbarrow I found a pocket for an imaginary pillow and placed him there, against the rock and dirt.  

I am writing so that my joy will be complete in letting you know everything that you already know, Dear Lady, but it must be passed on the story of that David, my guardian, the attorney selected by Daddy who did in fact, and in truth and in beauty, help carry me through. And yes, they say faith alone will bind us, but some put off their work, their calling to compete in that race, not with rats, but in relay. I must relay the message from David.