booandbunny

She was a one-in-a-million kid I met the first year I helped a buddy do a high school journalism workshop for minority students. I seem to remember it was her mother who raised her alone, doing what she could to keep her daughter on the right track in a culture that tells you everything in life is available 24/7. All the elements were there to set her on a collision course with destruction, but she chose her own course. Bright, talented, confident, I wonder how her story turned out. She was a leader wherever she went. Other kids looked up to her. I looked up to her and she was 10 years my junior. Some might have called her an old soul. We just called her by name: Echo.