I Can’t Do It Alone…

But more importantly, I don’t want to.

Saying Goodbye

One of the greatest gifts of being gone a lot is that you learn to really value people.  You recognize the difference a well placed hug makes in your week.  Dinner parties with laughter and good lighting sparkle all the brighter.  Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with dear friends at church offers a sense of continuity that grounds your ever travelling feet.

One of the coolest parts of doing world changing work is that every day you get to focus blood, sweat and yes, sometimes tears on others. You pour yourself out like a glass of water.  You take what you have and you invest in the most valuable asset around–people.

The joy of my life is connecting my people with my other people. I have always had lots of friends in different circles and when I get the opportunity to connect the amazing people in one part of my life with the other amazing people in another part of my life–lighting strikes and extraordinary things happen!

Together we change stuff.  Together we laugh more.  Together we are stronger than any form of poverty, pain or injustice.

I believe that with all my soul.  I can do this work alone but I don’t want to. I want you to experience a peice of Africa. I want you to get to know one of my students by name.  I want you invest what you have because I want to share in the joy with you.  I want to change the world–with you.

I love my work and am so thankful for my life, but without your involvement we both miss out on something extraordinary.  I know you can’t all hop on a plane with me and explore Rwanda, Uganda or South Africa, but the beauty of this modern day, is that we can continue to travel along together in so many ways.  As I pack my bags this time, I want to invite you to really walk along side me.

See – I try to post at least photo a day on instagram. I will introduce you to the people I meet, the roads I travel on and the occasional cute kitty photo. It will probably make you smile and most folks tell me that it really helps them understand my day-to-day.  (I’m also on Facebook.)

Listen – Follow me on this blog.  I’ll post stories, thoughts and things I need prayer about.  I try to update weekly but commit to updating at least once a month–in case the African interweb breaks and I can’t get an update out. Just enter your email in the box to the right and my blog posts will come to your email box.  Easy peasy.  You can also follow the blog at These Numbers Have Faces by scrolling to the bottom of the site and entering your email address.

Join – Take that next step and join me.  Buy a plane ticket–literally–and come see Africa.  Or invest in me and support my work.  I still need to raise another $10,000 to keep the lights on.  Partnering financially is a way to have a deep impact on many lives–mine, the students I work with, the folks I meet along the way. Note a recurring donation of $50 a month gets you a really cool Christmas gift from Africa! I’m just sayin’…

I know you will be changed if you walk this road with me and I know that together we will not only change the world but have a hell of a time doing it!  You know I’m right…


Today we are Celebrating Resilience, Courage and Grit!


Gihembe Students

These Numbers Have Faces Scholars in Rwanda

What do you notice about these students?  Their smiles?  The light in their eyes?  Their youthful energy? Yep, that’s what I notice every day that I am with them in Rwanda!  They have drive and have not let any of the challenges in their lives prevent them from moving forward with passion and excellence.  They are ready to change the world and I absolutely believe that they will accomplish what they set out to do.

What you cannot see is that every student in this photo–except one–is a refugee.  Many of these young adults have been displaced from their homes, living in tiny huts without electricity, sufficient water, food and sanitation for over 17th years.  Yet, rather than being thwarted by those facts, they focused on finding ways to thrive!   They found a way to get an education. They supported one another.   They applied to universities without any hope of the funds needed to attend.

Thanks to These Numbers Have Faces, these students are not simply defined as “refugees” but are university students, leaders and changemakers. This past year, I have been repeatedly blown away by these young people and it has been a true joy to be part of their journey, get to know their families and their communities.

TODAY IS WORLD REFUGEE DAY!   So I just had to pause for a moment and admire the resilience, courage and grit that I see in the refugee families that I have come to love this year.  Having Jean Paul and his family–Congolese refugees–get resettled in Portland last month only further deepens my respect for families that have maintained a sense of unity, optimism and joy amidst all of the instability.  It is hard work to rebuild your life over and over–and yet, they continue to move forward with a grace that is amazing.

Jean Paul and Family

Jean Paul, Moses, Jean Basco and Jean outside their humble home in Gihembe Refugee Camp in Rwanda.

If you want to be inspired, shoot me a message and let me share more about these incredibly students and how you can become part of their stories.

Let me introduce you…

Jean Paul and Me

I have fallen in love…

…with about 60 young adults from Congo, Rwanda, South Africa and Uganda. (Some of you were REALLY excited for a few seconds there! Still single. Ha!)  My last post spoke about my joy in my work with These Numbers Have Faces but without these amazing students my work is pretty useless.  So over the coming year my goal is to introduce you to at least two of my students every month.  Warning. You will be inspired.  You will be challenged. And you just might fall in love also.

I will start with Jean Paul Mugisha.  Jean Paul is 20 years old and is a total tech geek.  He loves computers, engineering, electricity and pretty much anything with wires sticking out of it.  The irony of this is that Jean Paul has spent a majority of the last 17 years living with no electricity, computers or sophisticated structures of any kind.  Jean Paul is a Congolese refugee that has been living in Gihembe refugee camp where none of these things are available.

In addition to his passion for all things technical, Jean Paul also has a deep faith and as he grew he believed that working hard in school and excelling at studies would somehow pay off.  Repeatedly Jean Paul would advance to the next level in schooling, only to be rejected for some technicality or another.  Although he was ranked the #2 student in Rwanda his final year of High School and earned a full ride scholarship to university, his Congolese refugee status bumped him out of the running.  This wasn’t the first time that Jean Paul had faced seemingly insurmountable obstacles, so he brushed himself off, said a few more prayers and trusted God to provide  a way from him to get his university education.  (In most of Africa there are no college loans–so for a refugee family that has no possible income, there are no loans or grants to get students into university.  Unemployment is in the double digits in Africa and it is nearly impossible for an uneducated person to earn their way through school.  So often incredibly talented students simply have no opportunity to move beyond High School.) When Jean Paul met Shoshon at These Numbers Have Faces, he knew this program was God’s answer to his prayers.

Yet even after he began his freshmen year, Jean Paul didn’t coast but continued to strive.  Due to some mixed up paperwork, he was initially placed in the less challenging night classes.  After he “followed up” with the registrar repeatedly and doggedly for the first few months of his term, he was moved into the much better day program.  When asked the secret to his success, Jean Paul often thanks God and refers to his schedule.  Each week he writes  a detailed schedule to be sure that every moment is maximized.  One time I invited him to a movie–he has never been in a movie theater–and he politely declined because “personal reading” was on his schedule.  And no Harry Potter on his reading list.  He is deep into biographies of great leaders and is often asking questions about them!

Self discipline, perseverence and grit are innate characteristics that make me admire Jean Paul and want to be more like him, but his grateful heart, thoughtful attention to people and great kindness are why I love Jean Paul.  Through a complete miracle of God, Jean Paul’s family of ten was just resettled to Portland (that’s a whole other blog post!) It has been a great joy for me to see Jean Paul interact more with his three little sisters  and younger brothers.  He  is patient and sacrificing and truly is helping his family find their way in this whole new world. I was sick early last week and Jean Paul was on facebook asking people to pray for me.  He gets calls and text messages all through the night (the ten hour time change is near impossible for some people to remember!) from friends and peers back in Rwanda seeking his wisdom and friendship.

As I glance through this, I realize there are so many details missing. I could write another ten pages about what I admire about Jean Paul, the challenges of his family and the ways in which he amazes me with his grace and maturity, but for now I will just encourage those of you here in Portland to try to get to know him.  Now that his family is here, there is an amazing opportunity for people to connect with thsi family and see what all the fuss is about.  To understand why I am so eager to see all of these young men and women thrive and impact their worlds.  Our world needs a lot of love these days and I honestly believe that investing in these young people will have a positive impact on us all.  To learn about other students in our program, take a look at our impact circles.

In Uganda with Esther“This is where I belong. This is what I was made to do.” I was on the back of a moto in Rwanda and my heart was full.

I had just left Scovia, my beloved partner in ministry at the These Numbers Have Faces office and I was off to meet some of our students. The day had been spent working on some budgeting and writing status reports.  We also had 2 students visit us to discuss some challenges and opportunities.  I gave one student a Bible to give to her father who was having surgery the following week.  She held the Bible to her chest and hugged me deeply. I was en route to meet students at Mr. Chips, the local fast food spot, to check in and hang out.  I ended up showing them some cool photos of Mandela on my kindle and talking about the joys and hardships of sacrificial leadership.

The day had been a combination of program management, discipleship, mentoring and iphone selfies.  After the students left, I decided to walk up the hill to my apartment and as I walked I thought again, “This is where I belong. This is what I was made to do.” As I walked this settled in as truth.  I love Africans. I love young adults. And I love working with people to develop their real potential. It was liking finally coming home.

Working with These Numbers Have Faces, I have been able to combine all of those loves with my more administrative nature. It’s kind of a perfect union. At that point, I had been working as a contractor with These Numbers.  We both had been evaluating one another and trying to decide if there was a fit.  I had fallen in love with the students—but you all know that I am sucker for a smart young person.  Yet beyond the students, I had fallen in love with the vision—with the audacious idea that young African leaders could be supported to change their own futures and to reshape their own countries!  As a small town girl that was given an opportunity to learn and grow at Yale, I know what it means to have folks believe in you and invest in you.  I want that for these kids!

And I’m made for the work.  This role fits me like nothing else I have ever done and there is something amazing about doing work that you were created for—it uses every piece of you—not just your skills or abilities, not just your life experience to that point, nor your temperament or personality but a blend of all of those things.  And it feels pretty awesome.  At the end of every day, I find myself filled with joy and thanksgiving and love.

So, after some prayer and discussion, we have all agreed that I should stick around at These Numbers Have Faces.  I have been asked to manage our International Programs.  I cannot begin to express my excitement at this opportunity!!

To learn more, check out our website: thesenumbers.org.  In particular, I love this video that we made earlier this year:

So stay tuned. I know there is a lot of great stuff to come!!



Nyamata Memorial

Twenty years ago tomorrow a simmering cauldron of tribalism, racism and pure hatred boiled over in the tiny land locked African country of Rwanda.  Although the official numbers vary, most Rwandans will tell you in a few months over 1 million Tutsi and sympathetic Hutus were brutally murdered by their Hutu neighbors and friends—often by hand with machetes or clubs.  That’s 10,000 murdered every day, 400 every hour, 7 every minute.  In a country the size of Maryland. Nothing compares to the brutal speed and horrible efficacy of the destruction.

“Never forget” is the theme of remembrance in Rwanda.  Purple flags unfurl throughout the country as a visual reminder and each community has a memorial commemorating what happened.  Any day of the week, you can go to a memorial and a survivor will walk you through the site and share horrible facts and relive terrifying moments.  Annually, the week of April 7th-14th is a time of national mourning.  Businesses close. People return home and visit the memorial in their community.  The April rains beat down and everyone hunkers in.

Most Rwandans that I speak to dread the month of April.  For some, it is the obvious reason that it is so painful to remember the ones you lost and the utter horror, but for many there also seems to be an unspoken desire to be able to move past the genocide.  To free themselves from that impossible weight.

But how do you move on when tragedy has branded your community?

Yet the genocide is only one piece of Rwanda. And twenty years on, I think there is so much more to talk about.  I see this in the faces of my Rwandese friends when some well meaning visitor asks them about the genocide. They inwardly seem to groan and the light goes out of their eyes as they try to answer the questions as quickly as possible.

I work with Rwandan young adults with dreams of an education and moving their communities forward.  Their minds are sharp.  Their eyes are bright. Their hope is palpable. They talk about building businesses and giving people opportunities to earn an income.  They talk about becoming teachers and changing the quality of education for all.  They even talk about designing iPhone apps and software.  These young people are full of possibility.

Lenny at Hope School Graduation

And they are not unique.  The raw potential in Rwanda is vast and when you consider that along with the strength, determination and power of a nation that has gone through hell and returned seemingly stronger than ever, you can be certain that they are a people worth investing in. Earlier this year President Kagame addressed 1000 people at the Wisdom 2.0 Conference in California and said, “At the end of the day, no one had gained from the genocide. We lost people but even those who killed them lost. But from the beginning Rwandans refused to be trapped. We had a future to look forward to.”

What would happen if we all looked forward to a bright future together?  What if we invested in tomorrow? What if we helped university students or recent graduates establish the businesses of their dreams?  What if we helped train teachers on new techniques and found ways to provide tools like computers to more schools?  What if business people mentored business owners?

These are the thoughts that have been going through my head for months now. The anniversary has been looming, but honestly I have been more interested in how can I help today for a better tomorrow?  How can I help that chapter in Rwanda’s history become a secondary message behind the many other stories of resilience, opportunity and hope?   Obviously the basic work we do at These Numbers have Faces addresses a big first step—helping the best and the brightest afford a university education. Yet even beyond that, I’m considering opening an English and skills training center in Kigali to help equip young people to step into their roles as top notch leaders. Even small things like collecting biographies and leadership books to make those resources available to more people is huge. Or how about making business attire available to help young undergrads dress the part? There are so many ways to become a part of the change!

Consider it a rebellion to the genocide. Defying the hatred that tried to destroy a people, together we can all move forward.  Twenty years from today I expect to see a vibrant Rwanda, united and strong. And that will be something well worth remembering.

From Failing to Winning

My family at my elite ivy league graduation weekend. Yes, my dad IS in cut off jean shorts.

My family at my elite graduation weekend. Yes, my dad IS in cut off jean shorts.

In 1991 I said goodbye to my parents and boarded my first in a series of flights to New Haven, Connecticut to start my studies at Yale University.  I had never set foot on the campus.  I was the first in my family to head straight to 4 years of university and I was not properly prepared for what was ahead.

Not surprisingly, I did terrible my first year there. I started freshmen year with an intensive Japanese class.  Most of my peers in the class already spoke some Japanese.  I did not.  So by the time we got near midterms it was not a huge surprise that I was bringing the grading curve down and my sweet sensei asked me to drop the class for all of our sakes.

I would like to say that then life took on the pace of a romantic comedy montage. I learned how to study, found out what I was good at, became BBFF with my professors AND met a fabulous boyfriend with a handsome backpack.  Unfortunately, it did not go down that way.  I continued to struggle all through my years at Yale.  I did my best, but at one point I faced expulsion because my grades were so low.

I suppose I should be ashamed of my performance—and for many years I was—but looking back, I am kind of impressed with my young self for my determination to keep going and my ability to succeed regularly with a load of 6 classes at one of the best schools in the US.  I see now that my failures were not because I was too dumb, I was just immature, had horrific study skills and did not know how to navigate life at university.  Rather than build relationships with professors and TA’s, I was intimidated by them and kept my distance.  I took awful notes and procrastinated at studying for exams. (That had worked in my rural high school.) If I did poorly on an assignment, I didn’t follow up with the professor to learn how I could improve, I just figured I would “try harder.”  And so my roller coaster existence was a constant stress while in New Haven.

The truth is that there were LOTS of resources available to me, I just didn’t know it.  I was so intimidated by everyone around me that I had no idea that they were invested in my success and would be willing to help me find ways to succeed. I also was embarrassed to be the little fish in such a big pond. So I pretended to be on top of everything—when I clearly was not.  There are some cases where faking it will not help you make it!

I learned far too late the tools to succeed in university. I understand that life for a student starting at the bottom is a mixture of pure joy to be invited to the dance and absolute terror that you are in over your head. Sometimes I see that in the eyes of the university students that I work with in Africa.  I could spend all year telling you about the trials these students have faced to get to the university level.  Only dogged passion and focus have made it at all possible for them to walk the corridors of African universities.  I know exactly the elation they feel to have “made it” and to be a university student!  Yet, I also understand from my experience that “making it” is only the entry point.  Once on campus, you have to continue to work hard and earn your place.

You won’t be surprised to hear that with my personal experience and my deep admiration for the TNHF Scholars, I have an invested interest in helping them succeed.  I want them to learn from my failures. I want them to succeed where I did not!  This has been the launching point for my latest obsession: how to help students uncover the resources available at their universities and how do I provide additional tools for success.  It’s clear that additional English training is vital.  Many of our students have also never held a laptop in their hands.  So computer training and regular access to laptops is key.  We have also started a small but promising Leadership Library to help the students learn success tactics from other people they admire.  Of course, having a mentor or someone to listen before you get too deep under water is crucial.

But we cannot do this alone.  If any of you also have a passion to help university students succeed, have a spare laptop laying around, a biography of a great leader or ideas on teaching English as a second language, I welcome your involvement.  Together I know that we can help these smart, hard working students be at the top of their classes.  Together we can empower them to change their communities from within.  Together we can help them thrive and grow into the leaders that Africa needs for tomorrow.

Leave a comment below or email me at tina@thesenumbers.org if you are interested in getting involved.  I can promise you that delightful messages like this one will make their way into your life and you will be so blessed by them!

This is just one of the many thank you messages in my inbox from TNHF students.

This is just one of the many thank you messages in my inbox from TNHF students.

Providing Tools to Lead

Beyond the pages of school books and university lectures, we aim to provide leaders with real world opportunities to lead and make change in Africa.  In Rwanda, a large donation of Bibles has become the seed for our Congolese students to work towards unifying Congolese refugees.


At These Numbers Have Faces our goal is far more than just providing funds for school.  Yes, we  provide Leadership Loans to enable young African scholars to focus on their educations while in University, but we are also continually working in each country program to develop local connections that will provide additional trainings, networks, mentorships or opportunities for our students. Particularly we want our students to have real world experience leading, so we look for opportunities for our scholars to practice active leadership, project management, team building and community change in their own contexts. 

Estimates say that in 2014 Rwanda will have over 90,000 Congolese refugees in 5 camps spread throughout the country.  Over 1/3 of our students in Rwanda are Congolese. Many of the families have been in Rwanda for almost 20 years as the violence and destruction continues in their homeland. When we visit the camps, refuges continually tell us that their primary prayer is that they can return to the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC).  Even though some of them have never set foot in the DRC, our students and their families long for home.  That being said, most people agree that Congo is a nation in a state of emergency.  The government and all major institutions have declined after decades of unrest, the education system is anemic and weak and the overall infrastructure is poor.  On top of all of that, our students are isolated in camps far from Congo and missing a connection to their home and their community.

On a recent trip to Rwanda, we brainstormed with our students ways that they could meaningfully connect with their peers inside Rwanda and see if together they can envision what life in Congo could be like and perhaps begin small steps towards that vision.  As we talked, it became clear that the students had two primary goals:

  • Expand the spiritual environment—which they believe is the most critical element of unifying and emboldening their community. 
  • Provide Congolese students an opportunity to connect with fellow country men and women—which creates connections to learn and maintain Congolese traditions and find ways to look forward for their community and their country.

Recently These Numbers received a generous donation of Bibles and this formed an idea in our students.  What if we used the Bibles to connect to each camp, build relationships and provide a means to connect?  Costs would be few but the potential connection would be invaluable.  This idea was germinated on a Tuesday night, by Saturday midday the Gihembe Bible Society had been created with all 12 of our students and another 13 Congolese students on top!  Leadership was selected, a budget and schedule created within 1 week and a plan in place for using these Bibles to build their community blossomed.  Our students are learning how to share leadership, meet a felt need (people regularly ask for Bibles) and are so excited to do something to unite their community.  Needless to say, they are stoked!

All of this because someone provided a fund for Bibles.  The potential in our scholars is so great—but few of them have been given the tools and the chance to practice community leadership until joining These Numbers Haves Faces.  Support from donors and foundations, provides our staff on the ground with the tools to encourage creative leadership and allow our scholars to test and hone their leadership abilities.  Balanced with the school support they get, opportunities like this one are what make our program unique and one that goes far beyond the surface needs of a young leader, but digs deep to truly help transform these young men and women into leaders that will change the face of the Democratic Republic of Congo—and all of Africa.

2013: From Sucking to Singing

Saying GoodbyeLooking back on 2013, my heart is so filled with awe and joy at all that God has accomplished over 12 months.  Let’s just say that my heart went from a valley to a peak!


Through the inspiring stories of 30 university students in Rwanda and 12 students in Uganda!  Finding myself back in Africa in October was a miracle all it’s own, but my time in Rwanda and Uganda reminded me that hard work, ambition and a bunch of faith can change not only individuals but entire communities.

I met Congolese refuges that staffed and funded a school in the refuge camp because nothing was available to them.  Students from their tiny school are outshining students at other prestigious private schools in national testing and qualifying for government prizes.

I visited a one-room tent home of a Rwandan family recently placed in refuge status in their own country when the government of Tanzania evicted them.  The only daughter in the family was confident that she would help her family and community through this crisis.  She speaks with passion and confidence and dreams of being, “that leader who will unite Rwandese.”  With style and beauty, she busts through gender boundaries and hopes someday to employ many of her countrymen–providing  employment and stability.

I met a young woman that was orphaned in the 1994 genocide that could talk to the sorrow of her loss openly and honestly. Yet, through God’s grace, she is a healthy young person with dreams and hope.  She told me, “I lost both parents, but I can be someone!”  I was blown away by her grace but completely leveled when I learned that she had  a wicked sense of humor and she regularly does stand-up comedy at her university!

And there are so many other stories!  God really blew me away with one amazing story after another and blessed me to get to know–and of course, fall in love with–these students.  But more than that, I am in their debt. These young adults showered one another and me with love and care.  As a group, they live out the ideal of Godly community with kindness (sharing resources), generosity (skipping a meal, so a friend can eat) and so much love. And these are just a portion of the young leaders that These Numbers Have Faces are empowering throughout Africa!

I am so thankful for the opportunity to work with them and am scheming a way to get myself back to Rwanda in 2014.  Today is the final day of 2013 giving and These Numbers Have Faces have raised over 90% of their year-end goal of $75,000.  I would really loved to see them go past their goal and be able to empower even more students.  Take a look at this video that I helped with and see if that doesn’t inspire you some!  Any amount you give will make an impact and will be doubled by a matching gift through tonight!

Something Else to be Thankful For

All of my American friends will soon be waking from their Thanksgiving food coma and I wanted to give you all one more gift from my Thanksgiving in Uganda.  I was so thankful to be invited to a missionary gathering for Thanksgiving dinner, but then was invited to a meeting out at Cornerstone Leadership Academy’s girls’ school.  My time in Uganda is short is and I felt like I wanted more time with students, so I forewent the turkey and gravy for a plate of potatoes and meat cooked by the young ladies at CLA.  What a smart decision!

The meeting was an introduction to Cornerstone’s program for graduated students, Cornerstone Old student’s Club or COSA.  Mary, from the COSA office began with a prayer and asked the girls to lead a song. This CLA class is called “Echoes of Grace” and I learned why as they burst into song!  Wow.  Twenty minutes later we were going strong and my heart overflowed with even more thanksgiving. Here is a little glimpse of the spontaneous worship session to start your “Black Friday” in the US.


You are all very welcome.

Murakoze! Webale! Oh Heck, Thanks!


I am thankful to be right where I am.  After returning from Uganda in 2012, I did a lot of soul searching.  I asked myself what did I want to do next and what was I best at.  The answer was really always, “Help young adults in Africa become the leaders that God meant for them to be.” Which is well and good, but I do have bills to pay and needed a way to keep the roof over my head.  So  I applied to job after job, but nothing worked out. Which was a little disorienting to me because the one thing I am best at is work–but no one would hire me.  I prayed through the ups and downs and trusted God to provide for my needs.  Then I got a call from Shoshon at These Numbers Have Faces in September and he asked if I would be interested in going to Rwanda and Uganda to work with young adult leaders and new program staff.  Yes, please.

Today I am typing from a guesthouse in Uganda and later this afternoon I will be heading out to a girls school to celebrating graduation and joining in the party!  And my heart is full of thanks.

Yesterday I taught a few staff members at These Numbers and Cornerstone Development how to use a Salesforce database.  They loved the skill training and I think this will really help them do their job.  It was such an honor to work with them.  And my heart is full of thanks.

Last week I was welcomed in out of the rain into a small tent room in a refuge camp and huddled together with people that have literally been forced from their home, with all of their possessions taken–including their means of income.  Yet, rather than being filled with gloom, we laughed together and I was given the amazing honor of kneeling side-by-side and praying for these families.  My heart is breaking. And my heart is full of thanks.

I am surrounded by people helping make change in the world and it is a humbling to see what change people are empowering in Jesus’ name globally.  It’s pretty awesome!  And my heart is full of thanks.

It should also be noted that I have daily been so deeply thankful for the hot shower here at Cornerstone. And for Marie Denton who fixed the shower (albeit cold) waiting for me in Rwanda.  And my heart is full of thanks. (And a bit warmer thanks to the hot water…)

I may not be eating turkey or stuffing, but I could not be more deeply blessed  than  I am right now.  Besides I started my Thanksgiving with a fruit and nut chocolate bar and coffee milk–only slightly less amazing then a Thanksgiving meal.   And perhaps I can convince Cathy McMurray to do a small Thanksgiving do-over for me when I return? 😉

Happy Thanksgiving!