News from my city

So, usually the news in my city is pretty depressing.  Not much happens other than the usual rape, murder, kidnap, and divorce here.  Unless, of course, you count the Fire Chief saying it isn't the fire departments fault a young girl was left for dead in below freezing conditions early Sunday morning until the Coroner said she was still alive because "We weren't driving the car".  Or there's the story about the digital billboards being installed.  For every digital billboard being installed, a few (3, I think?) of the old ones will be taken down (and, of course, someone's complaining about it changing the city).

But this one story, in the San Antonio Express News Metro section, astounds and inspires me.  It's about how a few people are coming together to help Somali refugees here.  A doctoral student in counseling, Khadijat Quadri started in a counseling program with a local school district to help refugee students adjust.  She realized it wasn't just the students who needed help.

In a city where, daily, I see people yelling and screaming at one another, throwing bottles out of car windows at other drivers for honking horns; A city where a woman and her child dying after being chased off the road by an angry driver and the only pride for anything anyone seems to have here is a basketball team, this story lifts my spirits.

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