This I Believe: Turning Blight Into Beauty

Heavy, wet snow fell on Philadelphia. I was visiting the city for the first time to see my parents' new home. They'd moved from leafy suburbia to a gritty street of narrow row houses in South Philly. I wondered what they could have been thinking. Graffiti covered doorways. Broken glass laced the street. It was a place without trees. A place that looked short on hope.