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Late this afternoon we picked up our grandson Mitch, 17, at the airport. He was returning with 19 other kids from LaGrave Avenue Christian Reformed Church, after a one-week mission venture in Guatemala. They spent their time building a playground at an orphanage. Hard work from early morning until often 8 at night, but incredibly rewarding. They had opportunity for a couple of hours every afternoon and evening to spend time with the kids. Some of them were as old as he; others were babies. Mitch knew dozens of them by name. Of all his pics, this was my favorite.