You can find the beginning of this story at A Dream, A Passion, A Purpose and then The World Race.
So, now what. . .
The World Race changed my whole perspective about life. When I got back to the States, I hardly knew what to do. I felt guilty. Guilty about going to a nice resturant. Guilty about spending money on entertainment. Guilty about most anything that was a want and not a need. Seemed wasteful. I knew children, people, that were starving, literally. Children who scavenged the local trash dump, looking for scraps to eat. Mothers who went hungry day after day, so their child wouldn’t have to go to sleep on an empty stomach. Kids, whose clothing looked worse than the rags we use for cleaning. Homeless wandering the street. And yes, we have these unthinkable things happening right here in the United States too.
What are we going to do about it. . .
I’m only one person. You are only one person. What could either of us possibly do to make a difference, to change the world?
We could do nothing or we could start by helping just one person. When you help that one person, you are changing his or her world. Imagine if every person helped just one other person. Would there still be poverty, would there still be hungry children, would there be homeless. Have you helped your one person. And if so, why stop there. . .
In the next few blogs, I’d like to share a few more stories about my World Race. Stories that I wrote while on the international mission field. Stories that shaped me into the person I am today.
Stories that I pray continue to change lives.
