
JUGGLING FOR A CAUSE
It was 3:00 a.m. when I sat up in bed, awakened by a dream of my father juggling. He often kept weighted cloth balls in his pockets and would juggle three while balancing on a Bongo Board. In that moment, I realized: I, too, am a juggler. Aren’t we all? To juggle is to defy gravity, three or more balls suspended midair, moving in a rhythm only the juggler understands.