I have seen enough agony and hurt to last three lifetimes and shed a tear for a African Child no older then 8 years old who suffered hunger, poverty, and sickness before taken in to do bad biddings for guerilla warriors in Congo. I often wonder where he is now. The child I gave some food to when I worked for the Red Cross.
He was a child who is now a man trained to be violent, ruthless, and wreckless of no fault of his own. He was forced at a young age to adapt to his situation or die.
As most wish him bad for how he is today, I can only wish him the best and to find peace of mind, heart, and soul. To find a balance to ensure happiness not just for himself but for others around him. I don't know why I felt the need to share my experience as a Red Cross worker here on a forum today. Maybe because I enjoy a schwenker of cognac before going to bed, but I actually wipe a tear at the atrocities that happen around the world. The victims who had no choice but to adapt or die. I shed a tear today and can only hope for the best for mankind to find balance and peace on this small planet that holds life.
Edited by
smiless
on Sun 12/07/08 07:09 PM