A Gift From Santa Monica

I remember back packing through Central America, sitting three to a seat on a crowded, feeble, hand painted, school bus in Honduras and gazing out the window at the school children playing futbol barefoot in what could only be called 'a field' by a hair's breadth; all I wanted was to get off that bus and take off my shoes to play with them, on their level.
Caitlin, thank you so much for my copy of the TOMS story and doing everything you do for TOMS shoes.