A photo of Jackie nailed itself to the back wall of my heart months before I even met her. To me, she was an unknown girl, half reclining, half sitting, in the back of a truck. She wore jeans, their blue color obliterated, painted over with a thick layer of tan colored dust. Her face was streaked with dirt. Her hair was long and black with wavy curls, made limp by the infusion of powder from the road. Despite her circumstances, and perhaps an acute desire to clean up, she smiled. She had a nice smile!!