Yesterday, Jacob posted about some of the hard facts in Liberia. They come straight from the Liberian Government, along with the UN and USAID. It is unbelievable that people are alive in these conditions and the world allows it. Not to be dramatic, but we NEVER EVER have the right to feel sorry for ourselves. If I ever complain a day in my life, please email me, write on my wall, call me. Tell me to shut up and get back to work.
I’m sitting at a table in a vegan restaurant after eating a bagel and drinking coffee. I have to stop to appreciate the road I drove on to get here. When I get dressed in the a.m., I don’t think about how privileged I am to choose what color I want to wear. I take brushing my teeth for granted. I look in the mirror and I am sometimes grossed out by my acne. Thinking about it now, it’s a privilege to have a mirror. The Liberians we work with don’t have mirrors. They like to see photos of themselves not because they are vain, but because it is one of the few times they get to see what they look like, to share their image.
As you read in the previous post, one of our girls was raped last week. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. Every time I think about this I want to yell. No matter how much we do, we can only do so much. These girls are not protected the way that you and I are- by police, the law, and neighbors. It makes me want to vomit.
We are working toward an after-school building. It sounds corny, but this will make as much of a difference in their lives as an education. We want to teach them everything- math, science, reading, health education, and more- so they can protect themselves and escape the hell they have no choice but to live in.
It’s absolute insanity and intolerable that this kind of extreme poverty still exists with all of the technology, intelligence, and research we have. It must stop. It is a slow genocide.
Please do me a favor today and kiss the ground you walk on. Get over whatever stupid judgment you have about yourself and those around you. Love everyone you can, even if you don’t like them. There is no room for hate. It is time to be radical. It is time to reject pettiness. There is no time for bullshit. Bigger things need our attention.
Rape is horrific. Try to imagine what it takes for a little girl to get raped. We can’t understand what it is like for this girl, but we can understand the failures that led to her losing her childhood. Keep her in your head when the neurons in your brain take your thoughts anywhere but to gratitude.
Now, let’s get back to work.