Blows my mind sometimes…
But also breaks my heart…
Like…Why am I blessed? What did I do to be as fortunate as I am?
Why wasn't I born in China and as a young boy forced to work long hours in terrible conditions, making clothes Americans buy to look cool?
Why wasn't I born on the streets of war torn Syria just trying to survive another day?
Why wasn't I born in communist Russia with very little rights and freedoms?
Why wasn't I born in the poverty stricken mountains of Peru where digging through trash for food is a commonality?
Why wasn't I born on the hillsides of Nicaragua farming coffee to fill the cups of blessed Americans?
Why wasn't I born in Sierra Leone and forced to pan for diamonds that will eventually be bought for thousands of dollars and slipped on the finger of a pretty blessed woman, and if I didn't, I would lose my finger...?
Why wasn't I born in Thailand and as a young boy sold into the sex slavery industry where I spend the rest of my childhood?
Breaks my heart…to know this is how some people live…
This is where they were born…This is their life.
But knowing this…
And realizing how blessed I am…
I can't turn a blind eye…I can't.
So what will YOU do? How will YOU do YOUR part?
There are things YOU can do!
Later this week I will post on simple ways you can get involved.