We have a lot to be thankful for living in a First world country. All my life, maybe because I am born to parents not from this country but who chose to adopt it as their own, I have often wondered but for the grace of god, I could have been born.... somewhere else less fortunate.
I have often quoted this to my children, but never harped on about it. My eldest now 15 has had an amazing opportunity through school to travel to Kenya and to help in which ever way for the Nasio charity wish to use her services. To find out more about this small local charity please follow the link http://www.thenasiotrust.org/
What has impressed me so much about this whole journey is that there was never any guarantee that our daughter would be accepted. She had to prepare for an interview at short notice, both her father and I were away for the weekend and she stayed with friends. But she took the initiative and rang a family friend who has often helped out in an orphanage in India to ask advice and searching questions.
Once accepted onto the programme along with 12 other young adults, with only minimal guidance they have had to raise over £30k in the last year for the charity that looks after orphaned children, many whom have HIV. This they have done by themselves but gently guided, they have organised music festivals, open mic sessions, cake sales, bake offs, sponsored walks, gala dinners to name but a few. Along this journey these young adults have grown in independence, gained confidence and have formed already bonding relationships.
Yesterday they were on a training session where they had to learn basic first aid, become HIV aware and learn some fundamental words in Swahili. Whilst in Kenya, they have been informed that they are to dig and build a fish stock pond and a one bedroom extension. They will have a day in the life of a six year old, walk the six miles to school, attend school for the day, walk the six miles back and then go out to fetch the water, another not insignificant walk. Collect firewood and then help the grandmother cook the evening meal. All this a six year old does in a day. You see how lucky are we to be born where we are...
To say that these young adults who will also attend a day in an African hospital, have to teach a lesson in either maths or English, attend Sunday church service and be expected to sing the weekly Swahili song will somehow be affected and changed in some way is perhaps an understatement. Not one of these 13 children can change the world, but little by little we can all help to change something a small bit.
I have watched them the past year, with now only 19 days till they travel to Kenya, with pride, awe and wonderment and ponder how their lives will be changed shortly from a comfortable first world life and be immersed into a third world country, albeit for a relatively short period. The future is in this next generation and despite all the bad and sad depressing news around the world, we have good human beings too, who will overcome the bad one day...
My Sunlit Sunday, is all about hope. Hope for the future and hope for us all in helping in whatever small way we can, be it the neighbour next door who sits alone or to something else, we must not give up on hope...
I am joining in with Karen and her Sunlit Sunday
♥ Hope your Sunday is full of sun and hope ♥