I’d like to write a clever story of an interesting adventure today, but I spent most of my time shushing the kids so daddy could sleep in the morning hours (he got home at dawn…his ICU patient died), part of the day I ran around the backyard with Jim for exercise and the other part I spent on the phone to North America or preparing food and cleaning dishes. This I can experience on my home continent. But with fewer activities, much opportunity for contemplation.
I’d thought about writing about sharing…sharing our resources, sharing our skills, sharing ourselves to commune with one another. All good stuff. Especially in the context of the developing country I now reside, I feel compelled to consider what my part is in all this. What do I do with those hungry about me? Share. Do I share so much that I don’t have enough? Should I sell my home? Ask others to do the same? Live in a tent in the valley for the next forty years? Should I simply spend less? Be less consumed by consuming and materialism, give a few of the kids’ toys away and buy fewer lattes?
Then I have to ask if George W. Bush can give a few billion dollars to Africa, and that can’t change the tidal wave of poverty among the African masses, or if aid organizations or a few minor celebrities can’t put a major dent into the trouble, then what could possibly induce real change. Is the real solution political, having too much money in the hands of the corrupt and disorganized? And if it is, then how could I really help? My only conclusion is that I indeed don’t have an answer and there have been a few people that thought about this before me, have spent their lives advocating for it, and still nothing of a profound tidal wave. So I have to ask, what do you think? The spotlight is on you.