We were sitting in a famous New York deli once. It was 2 a.m., place was empty, someone ordered a big sandwich, and several of us had a bite. When the bill came, we were charged $17 apiece for sharing."Why?" we asked."Customers wait for tables," the waitress said. "We can't have one eater and others taking up space.""But there's no one else here," we protested."Listen," she griped, a hand on her hip, "this is New York. It's the big leagues."
I'm looking for a few good men.Or women. Or companies. Or churches. Or trusts.I'm looking for partners - 11 partners, to be precise - to help people like Sherell Garrison, who, at 17, is a jewel of our city, an honor roll student bursting with potential, who, until now, was facing a limited future.Sherell began drawing as a child on Detroit's west side. She drew with crayons. She drew with colored pencils. She drew on any available paper and sometimes on the walls of her grandmother's house.
Go on. Get out your scale.Forget that we are from Detroit. Forget that we love the Tigers. Put your guys on one side and Justin Verlander on the other.And let's see who's MVP.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.