To me, life is a song. That's the kind of fella I am. I see the sky, I sing "Here comes the sun." I see a hockey game, I sing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth." I see Marge Schott, I sing "If I only had a brain."
He entered the ballroom and walked briskly to his seat. The crowd applauded as strobe lights flashed and photographers lifted their cameras that made whirring and clicking sounds. He smiled and sat down, an arm's length away, and I thought maybe, just maybe, I am sitting next to the next president of the United States.
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.