Not counselor, but farm-program presenter at outdoor ed/camp for ghetto kids brought out to rural IL demo farm/outdoor ed environmental center. I can think of quite a few I'd have liked to spend more time with.

Natural farmers, living all their lives in concrete, would step off the bus. Three or four of them in every busload, discovering where they really belonged for the first time. So powerful, so precious. They'd hold hands with us, not even aware they'd reached across to grab on, a lot of them. Two short weeks to discover the pulse of LIFE, and find out that bunnies don't really lay eggs but chickens and ducks do.

Tune for this song? (Short MP3 sample via email?)

~Susan