I sat next to Mary in Miss Jackson's journalism class in 10th grade – and what I remember most is not the fact that she was a fantastic writer. I remember her compassion for Paul, a student with Cerebral Palsy who sat behind us. Paul was in a wheelchair, and could not speak. He used an alphabet board to communicate. Mary always went out of her way to include Paul, to make sure he was part of the class, and as much as possible part of a regular student experience. Mary became Paul's ambassador in the class – and looking back over the countless memories I have of our friendship, including sleep overs, her goofy laugh, dinners, Ocean City, Christmas gatherings, a trip to New York, her cool apartment in Baltimore with the scary elevator, what first came to mind was her servants heart and her ability to see beyond herself to the needs of those around her. She did this for me and my friends countless times. My heart is crushed that I lost touch with her these last several years. Kathleen, Mrs. Corey, and Margaret, and the rest of Mary's family, my prayer is that the Lord would comfort your hearts with His love, like only He can.