After flying 26 hours, my sister and I arrived in
trucks, wagons drawn by water buffalo, auto rickshaws, bikes, and carts – anything with wheels and always loaded beyond imaginable capacity. The luxury of our transportation was stunning in contrast to what surrounded us. What looked like it should carry four people – carried twenty. This was my second lesson of the day – the ingenuity of these people to work with what they had was unbelievable.
Over the course of the next several days, we visited remote villages where humanitarian projects included polio vaccination, micro-financing for women developed by Nobel Peace Prize 2006 recipient Muhammad Yunus, and shelters for abandoned and orphaned children. One of the most moving days of my life was the day I presented a check for a loan to one of the women in the village. This assistance had the power to change her life – and I was humbled by the privilege of representing this possibility. We met with Muslim religious leaders who were the first to be educated in the benefits of vaccination so that children in the villages could be protected from childhood disease.
Traveling on to a global academy with students and faculty from more than 20 countries – their purpose to develop renewable resources and education that will leave a gentler footprint on the world and future generations. Imagine studying in bamboo treehouses in the jungles of
So – what do I know for sure after the privilege of this trip? I know – that no matter how depressed our economy is, no matter how worried we are about our personal fortunes, we have blessings beyond measure in this country. Ours is a world filled with billions of people who struggle to simply survive. The beauty of this trip was not the Taj; not the landscape, but the irrepressible beauty of the people we met and their unwavering faith in wanting to improve their lives. Though I live half a world away – I can and will make choices that will touch these lives and help save these children. I am just one woman – but I have been in their villages, their homes. I have touched their children, they have touched my heart and I will not forget that I can and must make a difference.
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