Peter is from Sudan. He’s a tall man and one of the ‘Lost Boys” who fled Southern Sudan in 1987. He has been working steadily on his GED while learning English, maintaining employment, and living his life in Cleveland for over a decade. He’s a quiet man who avoids the spotlight and looks at me sideways whenever I praise his diligence and dedication to his studies. Last fall, I saw him passing my window clutching at the broken strap of his drawstring backpack. Thanks to generous donations of school supplies, I had a backpack I could give him to contain all the homework he carried back and forth to May Dugan.

Many of our students carry their work in cobbled together bags and packs, Even though most of our students ride bikes or come on public transportation for classes, they rarely have the sturdy, weather resistant packs necessary for the commutes they make. All that to say, we are deeply grateful for the backpacks.

Even though most of our students ride bikes or come on public transportation for classes, they rarely have the sturdy, weather resistant packs necessary for the commutes they make. All that to say, we are deeply grateful for the backpacks.