“I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet.”
I woke up the other morning in my cozy blankies. My coffee was handed to me hot and steaming and perfect. I chose my outfit for work. I took a hot steamy shower just steps away from my warm bed. I started my reliable car that gets me comfortably to my office job. Wishing it was not Monday yet. I am not rich - by American standards. But, as I reflected on my morning I couldn't stop thinking of the children's faces I came upon on an orphanage website in Uganda. The Otina Waa Children's Village. Innocent, young faces with the sad eyes of a person who's lived way too many difficult years. They literally have nothing. Not only that, but they've faced unimaginable sadness, fear and abuse in their few years on Earth. I found this site after watching the movie Machine Gun Preacher. I couldn't get those faces out of my mind. Tears well up talking about the movie. Knowing it was a true story just hurt my heart and made me feel ill. Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't blind to the struggles (that's puting it very lightly) in Uganda and Sudan. This movie was just like a well needed slap in the face. There's poverty and abuse all over the world. I and so many people I know have it SO easy and we do nothing. I complain about the silliest things. Things that if I think about it, really do not matter.
These children matter. I wish I could help them all. If we all did something, even something little even in our own neighborhood, couldn't we make the lives innocent children a little bit easier or bring them some joy and hope?
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