DC MVP

The first day we got to Washington D.C. we went to a park just outside Lincoln Heights and played some football and basketball with a couple of young kids at the park. The basketball court had a little 3 inch ledge to it. During the game Paul Young stepped half way off the ledge and twisted his ankle. Within the next couple of hours his ankle was the size of a softball and the color of ripe blue berries. It was probably the worst sprained ankle I've ever seen. Paul had to spend the week on crutches with (I think) no medicine. The week we'd all been waiting for since we signed the permission slip. The week that was supposed to be painless and problem free. The week we were supposed to bring God to the community of Lincoln Heights. The week Paulie sprained his ankle. The entire week, he didn't complain once. Not once! He's one of the strongest people I know, and for that he deserves to be the DC MVP.