Snapshot

We sing songs, learn new words like “holistic child development“, eat fish heads and potatoes, run relay races, cry and laugh a lot. And at the end of the day we’re full – of information and emotion and inspiration. Where do we begin to write?

So, as the bus pulls up to the hotel, I ask the bloggers what they’ll remember about this day for years to come.

What one snapshot will you carry from this day? Start there.

For me?

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Darwa was my shadow today. He took my hand early this morning when we first arrived at Child Development Center TZ-967. And he woulnd’t let go. And he never said a word. He just held on.

Until fatigue chased him down. He fought valiantly though; his head bobbing, eyes fluttering.

But finally sleep overtook him and his fingers slipped off mine and he leaned his sweaty back against my chest.

He let go.

And I held him.

Rest.

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It was a moment that reminded me of another snapshot I’ve carried since 2005.

I pushed Yanci, the first child I sponsored, in a swing at a Child Development Center in El Salvador. She clung to me like I was her favorite uncle. We played and laughed hard together for hours and then, at the end of that too-short day, on a bus speeding through San Salvador’s buzzing streets, life s l o w e d down for me and came into crisp focus.

Yanci laid her sweaty face against my chest. I brushed the hair away from her eyes and heard – deep down in my bones – that I was saved for this. For children like Yanci in need of release from poverty. For Americans like me in need of rescue from wealth.

My fingers slipped off my life – my work, my house, my cable, my time, my money. No longer mine. I let go. And Yanci became famous.

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There’s no rest for those who hold on. Let go. Sponsor a child.

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