I read this book fall semester of my junior year of college, as part of a young adult literature class. At the end of the semester, after unsuccessfully trying to sell it back to Harding's bookstore, I dropped it in some give-away box with the other undesirables, anxious to lighten my load.
Little did I know, the give-away box was intended for a small start-up school in Africa, desperate for books.
This morning, the headmaster of KICS returned Ghost Boy to its original owner. Barely able to contain himself, he hurried to my class before first period, opened to the inside page, and revealed my name.
I'm taking this as just one more little affirmation from the universe that I really am meant to be here.
(somehow, an ex-boyfriend's old textbook also ended up in my Rwandan classroom. i'm not quite sure what to do with that).
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NO WAAAYYY!
That happened to my brother once on free travel. He was finished up so he gave his Thomas Cook book to a man he was talking to on the train about faith.
Later that month, family friends were touring Europe and that man asked them if they knew my brother and showed them the Thomas Cook book.
But I think your story is way cooler that YOUR book came back to YOU.... IN RWANDA!
I want a sign like that...
(P.S.~~I made a grammatical error so I reposted it correctly. I thought it wouldn't do well for an English "teacher" to be making those sorts of mistakes.)
That is one of the neatest things I have ever heard, Jessica. I am pleased.
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