Friday, 31 January 2014
Five Minute Friday: Hero
For the very first time, I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker's Five Minute Friday. Here's my five minutes:
I've been reading, today, several of the Compassion Bloggers' posts from their trip to Uganda. As in, they're in Uganda right now meeting sponsored kids and blogging about it. The Nester, her sister Emily, and the others have all just about made me cry several times as they share their experiences, and the lives of the kids and families that Compassion is helping. They are heroes, for spreading the word about these kids who need help, and the sponsors are heroes too.
And they remind me of the time I tried to be a hero, but wasn't. When I was 12-years-old, I saw an ad in a teen magazine, featuring my hero Michael W. Smith, about child sponsorship. At the time, all the money I had in the world was my $12 per month allowance. The monthly cost to sponsor a child with that organisation was $12 per month. I talked to my mom about it, and she tried to make sure I really wanted to do this before she agreed to let me. She even agreed to pay the charges for getting a US-dollar money order each month. The little girl they matched me with was so sweet. I still think about her. She was four years old, from Brazil, and her name was Fatima. She had long coppery-brown curls and deep dark eyes framed by impossibly long eyelashes. My brother was 4 at the time, so in the letter I sent her, I told her all about him, and I don't know what else.
I lasted three months. Then I quit. I don't remember my reasoning exactly, but I'm sure it had to do with having no spending money ever. Selfishly. I could have done something to earn money. I could have lived without the candy or whatever else I thought I needed to buy at the time. But I didn't. Instead, I quit. And there has been guilt every time I've thought about Fatima or any other child sponsorship since then. I hope she quickly found a new hero.