One Day Without Shoes.

Dear Fleur.
Today was TOMS "One Day Without Shoes." I had to go to college this morning. Barefoot.
I had small group communication. My teacher is actually really awesome. He's Mister backpack/outdoorsy/funny. I kind of thought he would be cool with me doing it. But at first I was nervous. The receptionists were staring at me like they were going to tell me to put shoes on. But I couldn't have. I didn't bring them.
And then my Professor showed up.
He was wearing TOMS.
It made my day.
He saw my barefeet halfway through class. We were in groups building towers out of plastic cups and popsicle sticks. He was talking to me, and making direct eye contact (because that's a good thing to do), but then he looked at my feet. And he stopped talking. And smiled.
I even got another lady to take her shoes off for the day. That has never happened to me.
My feet are pretty torn up. But it was worth it. Even though I had to run through goat heads to get to my car. And some people didn't understand why I was raising awareness for children who had been barefoot forever.

I got sad today. About some things. You know how some things can just be sad? This was like that.
I could only think to pray.
Because God can save anyone. Right?
Right.

And he can bring 1000s of shoes to Africa.

After Clothesless, I think one of the first things I will buy is a pair of TOMS.
And speaking of Project Clothesless, my Anthropologie catalog came. And I didn't really covet. It really was more admiration. I liked that. Being able to just look.

Now I am going to massage my feet with peppermint lotion and listen to Disney songs and finish my five pages of dialogue for screenwriting tomorrow.
Love Bel.