There it sat, at the bottom of the donation bin - one, lonely, size 9 boot. One measly cleat. It had been used by it's professional football owner and probably now tossed out as some new, shinier pair arrived. The studs were still good; the leather, still fairly supple; the laces were still in good condition, but where was its partner? Where was it's other half? It's mirror twin? And what good could just one be without the other? What  good is one shoe? At least, that's what I used to think, until a few years ago. It was a Timothy Project - a donation to Africa, I believe. We only had 5 or 10 pairs of shoes to send down with