A horde of rowdy kids shuffled out of the chapel room, and I sighed. They seemed eager to leave, and I wondered if my message had gotten through to any of them. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a camper moving toward me. I turned to see little Serena approaching cautiously. Her head was bent low and she held her hands folded together in front of her chest. Blonde locks of hair draped over each side of her timid face. I smiled at her, and she nervously smiled back