| Number, Please (excerpt) | | The years of the '50s passed, and with them we grew apart but we had remained friends until our high school graduation. We traveled different paths onto life experiences, never to see each other again until two years ago, when my curiosity got the better of me, and I began an online search for my friend. To my amazement, I found her in Malawi, Africa, ministering with her husband, Pastor Moffat Phiri. They had started a school and orphanage for children who were victims of the AIDS pandemic there, personally adopting twelve boys themselves. | | Trish Kleine Borgman -- The Late 50s, Marshall and Elsewhere, 2013 |
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