Walking around one of those classic American downtowns that was brought back from the brink by a small, visionary group of people including my grandfather is a gift that no financial inheritance can compete with: the gift of hope that things can change, but only with hard work, acceptance of people different from you, and an unwillingness to give up. The trek to Arkansas is a pain but I’m very thankful for a family member who lays a path that guides me and makes me not feel so lonely.