Our lives are made up by a series of trivial little things.
We go to the bank and spent half an hour in a line waiting to cash a check or make a deposit. We run to the supermarket and we go down the list and go back and forth and in between the aisles and somehow always end up forgetting that one crucial thing. We to the gas station, and sometimes we sum up the energy to leave our car there to get itself washed. We go shopping. We buy presents for birthdays, for engagements, for weddings, for newborns. We go for lunch --because I came home starving and I couldn't believe there was Bazella, again. We spend money on things that make us happy, make us smile, make someone we love happy. We get our hair done, our nails painted, our eyebrows shaped. Then we go out for coffee. We read a book, browse the internet, watch a movie. I get upset because my sister wore my shoes, took the car, or is watching TV when I wanted to watch. We take a shower, sometimes a bath. I cringe when my dad asks me questions about my day. We go for dinner. We try to get a reservation at Skybar. We make a few phone calls, get the password, put some make-up on. We go for drinks. We wear high-heel shoes and start suffering within the hour, and why do we have to "suffer to be beautiful"? We flirt with a guy, we make-out with our boyfriend, we want to have sex but don't have a place to do it. We have a place to do it but we don't have condom. We have a condom but he doesn't want to wear it because you know how much it kills the pleasure.
They might be trivial things but they make-out our lives. Some people wake up in the morning and there are 30-thousand other people sleeping next to them. They have flies running up their nose and into their ears. They haven't taken a shower in weeks, because there isn't even water to drink. They have walked for 17 days with three kids on their back and a pregnant woman. They lost a child on the way, but they couldn't take his body with them because it slowed them down, so they buried their child in the desert and they were so dehydrated they couldn't shed a tear.They arrive at a refugee camp and there are 3-thousand other people who also just arrived and they wait, in turn for a ration of food, a drop of water. Everything trivial that they do is to survive.
So do something today. Save a life. It takes two minutes out of your time and don't you think that not getting your nails painted this week is worth saving a life?
We go to the bank and spent half an hour in a line waiting to cash a check or make a deposit. We run to the supermarket and we go down the list and go back and forth and in between the aisles and somehow always end up forgetting that one crucial thing. We to the gas station, and sometimes we sum up the energy to leave our car there to get itself washed. We go shopping. We buy presents for birthdays, for engagements, for weddings, for newborns. We go for lunch --because I came home starving and I couldn't believe there was Bazella, again. We spend money on things that make us happy, make us smile, make someone we love happy. We get our hair done, our nails painted, our eyebrows shaped. Then we go out for coffee. We read a book, browse the internet, watch a movie. I get upset because my sister wore my shoes, took the car, or is watching TV when I wanted to watch. We take a shower, sometimes a bath. I cringe when my dad asks me questions about my day. We go for dinner. We try to get a reservation at Skybar. We make a few phone calls, get the password, put some make-up on. We go for drinks. We wear high-heel shoes and start suffering within the hour, and why do we have to "suffer to be beautiful"? We flirt with a guy, we make-out with our boyfriend, we want to have sex but don't have a place to do it. We have a place to do it but we don't have condom. We have a condom but he doesn't want to wear it because you know how much it kills the pleasure.
They might be trivial things but they make-out our lives. Some people wake up in the morning and there are 30-thousand other people sleeping next to them. They have flies running up their nose and into their ears. They haven't taken a shower in weeks, because there isn't even water to drink. They have walked for 17 days with three kids on their back and a pregnant woman. They lost a child on the way, but they couldn't take his body with them because it slowed them down, so they buried their child in the desert and they were so dehydrated they couldn't shed a tear.They arrive at a refugee camp and there are 3-thousand other people who also just arrived and they wait, in turn for a ration of food, a drop of water. Everything trivial that they do is to survive.
So do something today. Save a life. It takes two minutes out of your time and don't you think that not getting your nails painted this week is worth saving a life?
You should write grant requests. I just donated -- thanks for sending out a little perspective. Miss you.
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