I wrote this post on February 14, 2007. It changed me. I believe
this single post helped me evolve into the woman I am today. The
amazing thing is, I have changed since then. I have been to Kenya twice
since that February and I have seen this kind of poverty up close once
again. It’s difficult to describe. I hope one day you will join me on
one of my trips, then you too will be changed forever.
I am part of an amazing community of moms on a website called CafeMom. I wrote a post there informing some of my fellow Moms about a company called BeadForLife.
I wrote about how I loved their products and gave some basic
information about the beautiful necklaces that were made by Ugandan
women. To me, it was a typical “Rocky trying to make a difference”
post. Some moms thanked me for the information. Some posed the
question, “So while I think it’s a noble effort to help the poor, why
look so far away from home?”
I labored over this question for hours. I gave birth to this post.
I know what I do here in the U.S. to help out the less fortunate. The key word being less fortunate. You can read HERE
what poverty means in America. Poverty here in the United States does
not equal poverty in third world countries. We, as Americans, are not
poor because of genocide, drought, or being victims of war. There is no
comparison. We are lucky to be Americans. We are lucky to have the
ability to get financial aide from the government in the form of
Welfare and Social Security. Third world countries do not have this
luxury.
From Africa to Guatemala, there are families living off $1 a day,
have no access to clean water, and cannot receive any medical care.
That is a tragedy, not a misfortune.
If you are an orphan in the United States or living in foster care,
by law a child has to go to school. In most African countries, it is a
huge opportunity and a gift to be able to go to school.
That is a tragedy, not a misfortune.
I am defensive over this issue because I have been attacked by those who disagree with my international adoption. “There are so many orphans here in the United States, why couldn’t you adopt one of them?”
is one of my favorite questions. Being orphaned in the U.S. is not even
close to being orphaned in Liberia, Guatemala, or India. It is a life
or death situation in these other countries.
That is a tragedy, not a misfortune.
My daughter is living proof. The birth
mother to my eldest daughter worked washing clothes, seven days a week,
making only $30 a MONTH. She was doing this alone and raising three
children. Her husband left her after he got her pregnant. She could not
feed her children. My daughter was fed soda and tortillas for the first
10 months of her life because her mother could not afford milk. My
daughter could not sit up at 10 months old because she was so
malnourished. Let’s read that again… could not sit up at 10 months old. She
could not form words or any real sounds when I brought her home at 18
months old. Her birth mother had to separate all three of her children
because she could not feed or shelter them. The eldest daughter was
living with the grandmother, the middle daughter stayed with her, and
she had to give up the youngest for adoption. There was no Welfare, no
Social Security, no food stamps and no shelters for her to go to so she
could remain with her children.
That is a tragedy, not a misfortune.
We are the luckiest women in the world no matter what are financial situation is. We
don’t have the same fears as those mothers living in third world
countries. If we are poor in the U.S, we worry about where we will live
or how we are going to pay for the next meal. In the Democratic
Republic of the Congo, for example, a mother worries about soldiers
coming and raping her and her children every night. She worries about
her sons being kidnapped and forced to be child soldiers, who will then
be brainwashed to kill and rape other women. She worries about getting
her hands cut off, her breasts cut off, and objects like knives, rifles
and broken bottles shoved up her vagina because the soldiers thought
that would be entertaining. She worries that her and her daughter will
be impregnated by these soldiers. She worries about contracting AIDS
from these monsters. She will then worry about dying from AIDS.
That is a tragedy, not a misfortune.
My passion to help other mothers will not be limited by the borders of our country. It
doesn’t matter where they are living. They love their children just as
much as we love ours. There was no misfortune that put them where they
are.
It was something horrific and tragic.
So, I am sorry that all my efforts are not directed towards the poor
in the United States. I do my part by donating clothes to domestic
violence shelters and money to the food bank in my community. But in
the depths of my soul, I believe if you are poor in the United States,
be grateful still.
Because you don’t want to be poor anywhere else.
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