Arriving in Time Square in New York City, one cannot help but have a sense of awe. Those new to the city stare up as if goldfish eyeing a rain of light on the pond above. Traveling the maze of escalators and elevators in the Marriott Marquis, I see the groups of students walking in t-shirt groups of their country's colors. I say hello to the team from Brazil, take a photo of the quartet from Serbia, admire the indigo of New Zealand.
There is something else in each of their eyes, even beyond the jet-lag and wonder; it is a look of expectation, the expectation that something great is going to happen and they will be a part of it. I am here to catch that as surely as a yawn travels through a gaggle of late night revelers. Something great is going to happen!
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