Years ago, Will Allen Dromgoole’s poem The Bridge Builder helped inspire the name Bridge Builders Foundation. An older traveler safely crosses a difficult chasm, then turns back to build a bridge—not because he needs it, but because a younger traveler will follow.
That idea has guided much of my life in service:
Build the bridge. Create the opportunity. Make the journey easier for the child coming behind you—even if you may never know their name.
But after years of building bridges, I am learning that the blessings are even more abundant than I once understood.
There is a blessing in building the bridge. But there is an even deeper blessing in staying long enough to marvel at who crosses it.
You begin by helping a child you may not know. Then you learn their name. You learn their story. You watch them struggle and encourage them when they stumble. You celebrate their victories. You watch them graduate, discover their gifts, and find their place in the world.
And sometimes, if God grants you enough time, you get to witness something extraordinary: the child you once helped across the bridge returns as an adult and begins building bridges for others.
That is when giving becomes more than a random act of kindness. It becomes relationship. It becomes stewardship. It becomes an ecosystem of good.




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