Children of Heaven

His worn, course hands show his years of labor. Callouses overtake nearly every inch of skin on his hands and exhibit his tough lifestyle. Dirt and muck packed tightly underneath his worn down fingernails show this isn’t a job for just anyone. But he’s been doing it every day for as long as he can remember. His hands are actually his best tool. They move back and forth so elegantly. In and out, out and in, as he continues to weave the pink thread across the hole. His face shows no emotion as it’s just another day repairing shoes.