Intrigued by all of the possibilities, I see myself restlessly waiting for this day. The day in which I dedicate my severe will to the earth, the day in which I will come together with everyone else and understand that fifth sacred thing that I seek for. The work was hard, the planting was unique, the coming together with these kids, the Phillis Wheatley students was a never ending experience. All that the kids wanted was to contribute to the cause in some way or another. I remember the sweat on all of our faces; I remember the looks that we gave each other accompanied by a genuine smile of hope, a lungful of air, a smile that stood for optimism. And Lala would ask me every now and then: “Am I doing a good job?” and I would respond to that: “ Lala, you are only doing what I am doing, being one”. And she smiled at this, not really understanding what I was saying, but trying to act as if she did, and she just kept working right beside me. I felt so connected with the earth, I enjoyed the sun right on my face, the drops of sweat that only said “passion”, the water that was given to the plants, the love that emerged from the planting, the process of being so united, so closed together in every aspect. I felt the power in my hands, they could do anything at that moment, and they could reach the sky. The laughing, the pictures, the talking, the sharing, the jumping…all of these things were the center of the day. Our hands spoke for who we are, our hands had all the power in the world, our hands planted, constructed, felt, touched and contributed to a tremendous day of human equality, freedom, and good will."Remember this story, remember that one act can change the world".- Starhawk
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