My cousin Daniel, who just finished his sophomore year at Cal Poly, left yesterday for a multi-month trip to Kenya to help out at an orphanage. He'll be sharing his experiences here, and I know he'd appreciate your prayers.

Yet more inspiring journalism from Michael Yon:

There is no particular spark, no single bolt of lightning, errant campfire or careless cigarette flicked out a window that caused this conflagration. We walked into a dry, cracked land, where the two arteries of Mesopotamia have long pulsed water and blood through scorched lands into the sea. In a place where everything that is not already desert is tinder, sparks tend to catch fire.