Proud

I usually shy away from the word proud, but I'm proud of my good friend Matt. We met at Libertyville Covenant Church, where I was a youth volunteer/intern and he a senior high student. Now he's a freshman at North Park, and is following his heart and making a difference in the city of Chicago (though he would probably insert the words "trying, mostly unsuccessfully"). Our relationship has always broke the mold of leader/student barricades (I hate those crappy barricades anyway), and I'm proud to say that right now, I am definitely the student.

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Thanks, Matt.