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    My cell phone rang. "Hi, Nate."
    "Good morning, Mom." His voiced sounded over the car speakers. "Calling to say good morning, and I'm on my way to school."
    "Have a good day."
    "Aunt Maggie is going shopping. She said she'll see you later."
    "Okay, I love you."
    "I love you, too, Mom. Bye."
    Aunt Maggie had rescued us after Rob died. She never had
    kids of her own and I'd always considered her my second mom. She moved in with us and had taken care of us ever since. I pulled into my garage and noticed my recurve bow mounted on the wall. I removed it, got the arrows, and went into
    the backyard where the target was set up. I put on my arm guard and finger tab, assumed an open stance, and notched my arrow. I held the arrow, raised the bow, and drew in one smooth motion. I aimed, pulled the strings farther, and
    released the arrow. The arrow went flying. Nothing was more exhilarating. I heard the thud, worst shot ever. A few more inches and the arrow would have been in the lake. Concentrate, concentrate , I chanted to myself. I notched another arrow.
    Rob's voice was in my head: Lift your head, and focus on the target. I did.
    Now draw the bow. Take a deep breath and hold it , Rob's voice said.
    Now release the strings .
    The arrow went flying right where I wanted it, the center of the bullseye. I fired off a few more arrows, and was very happy with my target practice.
    "What's going on, Kyra?" Aunt Maggie called from
    the back porch. "Haven't seen you do that in a while...bad night?"
    "Something like that." I planted a kiss on her cheek as I passed by her.
    I returned the weapon to the garage, showered, and went to
    bed. As I lay there, I could not help but wonder how Mark was doing, and for the first time ever could not wait to get back to work. My right hand instinctively played with the ring on my left hand. I quickly pulled the ring off my finger and gently placed it on the night table. My hand felt free,
    light, and unburdened. I settled in bed, hoping sleep would take away all this anxiety. Then a thought came to me. Who was Mark Stone? I grabbed my iPhone and googled "millionaire," but the list was too long and Mark Stone was
    not his real name. I remembered his mother's last name was Stern, and Carlos had said he was in telecommunications, so I typed in "Stern Brazilian telecommunications millionaire" and presto! A picture of him appeared on
    my screen, along with an article on how he started his business and his rise to billionaire status. He was Jared Stern, Brazil's most eligible bachelor.
    The Stern family was American-Brazilian and their primary residence was in Brazil. He owned the largest mobile-phone carrier in Latin
    America and the Caribbean. His parents owned a successful real estate firm, which he had taken over and expanded internationally into commercial real estate, therefore, acquiring a mass interest in both telecommunications and
    real estate. His charitable contributions had placed him amongst the top twenty-five philanthropists in the world. His causes addressed severe social and economic problems and provided education, food, and medication to children
    in high poverty areas around the globe. He made my contributions to saving an inner city dance studio seem so minute, but if we all gave a little, we would make such a positive impact on people's life.
    After losing their unsafe dilapidated dance studio, these
    children were dancing in an open lot. This was their after school activity an escape from the harsh life of the inner city - the drugs, gangs, and violence. The Robert Greene Foundation was started and funding to purchase and remodel
    the dilapidated building came from some very willing family members, friends, local businesses, and coworkers.
    I was very proud of these kids they have gone on to win several competitions. Dancing is a release, an escape and a healing tool for me
    and I understand it is also true for these kids. They live to dance and they are good at it. Not only did