One morning last week, I stopped by the shiva house where family and friends would mourn Neely for seven days, in the Jewish tradition. Her brother, Noah Harburger, told me a story about a visitor who had come by the house the day before. Apparently last year, Neely had approached a school in West Baltimore about coming to the Pearlstone Center for a weekend retreat. At no expense to the school or the kids' families, she was their guide at the center, showing them the farm there, teaching them songs, offering a green respite from the concrete of their neighborhoods. Afterward, Ms. Neely, as the kids knew her, stayed in touch with the teacher and kids. During the uprising, she reached out to them to make sure they were OK, to see what they thought about things.