Here, where I live in India, there are several dirt poor children, who belong to a community of rag pickers. I think Micah’s big and dynamic heart would have moved him to do something for them. In that spirit, I will give them a warm meal to fill their stomach, an ice cream to cool them in this hot summer, on the day of the Memorial. I will show them Micah’s picture and they will offer a prayer for him to keep flying high.
Oh Jagruti, thank you. Micah would always want me to contribute when we passed people in the street here. I remember driving past a family begging when he was younger, and Micah being so disturbed and confused about my choice not to help because I did not like giving money directly, that we drove back, asked them to come to the store, and bought them sandwiches. I think he would have enjoyed this very much.
