abby bell rocks. she's 8 years old, wrote this poem last week. sharon thinks it was a direct response to viewing daniel's film on cambodia (i'm so blessed to love both of them!): I wish I could roam free from the screaming of innocent people. I would teach the masters to see the slaves as his children. a room for all of them I wish I could be free of torture, war, killing, death and slavery. I wish people would stop and see out of the eyes of the dead ones. And feel like they did when they died. And if I had a wish, that's what it would be. ---Abigail miranda bell (age 8)