Celebrating 75
This is Cedar, my lifeline. This sweet, furry friend came to me on Election Night 2020 from a nonprofit in Del Mar, one that crosses the border of Mexico to help deserving dogs find a match in the US. She was seeking a new life, hope, and love, like all of us that night. San Diego, thank you for being open, loving, and liberal, and for making connections that save lives. You saved us both that night.
– Nicole A., 39, Ocean Beach
Balboa Park has always been a sanctuary for my family. One hiking trail in particular holds a very special memory for me. I was 7 years old when my sisters and I joined our father on an adventure through a secret passageway. Nestled near the 163 freeway, the trail was like stepping into a fairytale. The towering redwood trees formed a canopy above us, as if guarding a magical secret. As we followed its gentle curves, it was like having our own yellow brick road filled with wonder and mystery. Dad told us to keep our eyes on the ground, for there, hidden among the leaves, were shiny coins waiting to be discovered. To our amazement, his words proved true. As we stepped through the trees, we stumbled upon glimmering 50-cent pieces scattered on the trail. We each found a coin, and it became a ritual, a game we eagerly played, eyes scanning the ground with anticipation. It wasn’t until years later that my sisters and I discovered it wasn't some magical force leaving those coins for us. It was our father all along. He had orchestrated those moments of childhood, ensuring the park remained a magical experience for us.
– Dianna, 53, La Mesa
62 AUGUST 2023
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