I participated in an art class where we had to do a portrait of a local petrol attendant. He was a very gentle, friendly and proud man named Jackson. He sat for us for hours while we drew and was very pacient. At the end of the class he asked if he could have one of the portraits but no one wanted to volunteer their work. I took my drawing home and framed it with some nice card and a few days later drove to the garage where Jackson worked. Unfortunately, Jackson was not there but I left the portrait with one of his mates who promissed to give it to him the next day. Date: 2009-06-12
I make a difference to myself by...choosing to smile even when I don't really feel like it. Date: 2009-06-12