I love watching children play. It does not matter where you are in the world - they come up with their own games and adapt well-known games to have house rules. They smile and they laugh and they run and they use their imagination. The world and its worries slip away because their fun, their smiles, are bigger than those worries.
The day I took this picture in Ethiopia, the children were playing in their schoolyard between classes. Some could not be bothered with my very white, very outsider presence, and others could not keep themselves away. Either way, the games went on. And as the games continued, we shared hope. Hope for their futures because we all dared to dream.
Sometimes I think it feels trite to say that a latrine, a toilet, is part of that dream. It is nothing complex and simply provides a private place for you a young girl to pee. It is separated from the boys toilets so that there is no concern of harassment. It is not college or law school or fabulous jobs or modern medicine. It does not provide clean water or food or shelter or school supplies. But it is the foundation for those things because it helps to get rid of disease, it provides dignity in a private place to pee, and it enables girls to go to school. And so I believe that a good latrine is part of the dream I have for these young girls, a dream that was in the making that day.
The girls were playing their own games and dreaming their dreams, and I was dreaming for them too. Dreams filled with hope and with laughter. Dreams caught in the moment of a shared smile.
~ Pamela Crane, PhD, Africa Field Manager Blood:Water Mission
Since 40 Days of Water started we've been hearing some truly great stories from people participating. We have been and will continue to share them along the way on our Twitter and Facebook pages. However, we want to share a couple of the reflections you may have missed. Send us links to yours as well and we may post it.
One participant, Robert shared this reflection on starting his 40 Days: "Ultimately though, even though it feels like a sacrifice, giving up water for 40 Days isn't that big of a deal personally. I still have a nice apartment, plenty of food, and water. When I want water - anytime I want water - I go to the sink and turn it on. I have cold, fresh, clean water (I have a water filter I can use as well). I can fill up my Nalgene and carry it wherever I go. Today I easily drank close to 100 oz. of clean water - I never worried about where my next sip of water was going to come from or if it would make me sick. That's why I'm doing 40 Days of Water. Not drinking coffee, milk, juice, or wine only makes me think about missing those things. Replacing it with water I can have whenever I want reminds me that there are many people who can't. And by me making a simple sacrifice for a short period of time I can take a small step to change that for a few people. For every $1.oo I save one person in Uganda can have water for a year. One person can have life."
You can read more of Robert's thoughts on his blog.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- A group of students organizing a 40 Days of Water campaign at Virginia Tech shared their thoughts in their college paper:
"We give all these statistics but it's still not really personal to our lives," said Sam Choi, a junior accounting major at Virginia Tech. "Participating in the campaign will hopefully show students what people in these communities have to live with every single day. They can't choose, and we can, so hopefully the campaign will encourage students to choose to help those less fortunate than they are."
Justin Gross, a graduate student in accounting, wanted to emphasize the simplicity of helping to change the lives of these people.
"We don't realize how simple it would be to help these people," Gross said. "The reality is that $1 would provide a person in Africa with clean water for an entire year. Forty days of only drinking water won't just solve everything," Gross continued. "It's simply allowing us to step out of our reality into theirs for a change and realize that it is up to us to continue to help the communities in Africa and change their lives for the better."
I know a girl named Jennifer who walks for most of her day. Not by
choice but by absolute need. One step in front of the other brings
Jennifer closer to a source of water, water that is needed to survive.
She carries a bright yellow bucket in one arm and the hand of her
younger sister in the other. Her calloused feet meet the dirt path with
ease and levity. She passes neighbors, livestock, mud huts with
thatched roofs, and the primary school down the road.
After thirty minutes of walking, Jennifer and her sister dip their
buckets in the filth of a muddy river. They do their best to swirl the
water before dipping their buckets deep into the water so as to push
away the clumps and bugs that sit along the surface of the brown water.
With remarkable grace, each girl places her 20 pound bucket on her head
and walks back. Their bare feet hit against the dirt of the path,
passing yet again the primary school down the road, the mud huts with
thatched roofs, the livestock and the neighbors. When they arrive home,
they empty their buckets into a large tub. Invisible bacteria swim in
the water, causing serious stomach aches, skin infections and
life-threatening diseases to the members of the family. They will use
it for drinking, cleaning and cooking. It is what they have, and so it
is what they use. Jennifer turns around to walk back along the dirt path
with her bright yellow bucket in one arm and the hand of her younger
sister in the other, to return to the river once more.
I have clean water at the turn of a tap. What takes many girls
around the world hours to get, I have in seconds. It is a juxtaposition
of the world that brings discomfort to so many of us, and rightly
should! I have many friends who observe Lent and choose to give
something up for the length of the Lenten season. Some people give up
sweets, others give up Facebook. There is a movement of people that is
choosing to give up all beverages but water for Lent. It means that we
will go 40 days and make tap water our only beverage. We will save up
all the money we would have spent on coffee, soda, beer, wine and juice
over the 40 days and donate it to provide THE essential beverage for
Africans - clean water. Through the work of Blood:Water Mission,
thousands of girls with yellow buckets are no longer walking to get
filthy water because a clean water source has been brought to their
villages. Jennifer is one of them, and she is now able to attend school
and to be rid of stomach aches and skin infections.
In a world that feels overwhelmingly impersonal, this small
sacrifice that many of us will take on for the next 40 days will give
us the deepest and most beautiful connection to the provision of clean
water for girls we have yet to meet. Please consider joining us in this.
The 40 Days of Water begins in a week, and we would love to share your stories along the way to encourage others involved. Whether telling us about your trepidation and preparation before it begins, your withdrawals in the midst, or victory at the end, we want to hear from you. Funny or sincere, or both, tell us your story. Send us your words, your pictures, or even videos. (If you'd like anonymity just let us know). We'll post a number of them here on the Blood:Water blog or via Twitter & Facebook. Email bloodwater@bloodwatermission.com to share your story like the Powells...
I don't even know where this idea came from. Must be from God, because I went so far as to tell Jena Lee Nardella, executive director of B:WM when she was riding in my car with me earlier this month, that I support all other campaigns but just can't do this one. You'd think--if I had the least bit of confidence or conviction about this--that being with her in person would have been the one time I would have tried to pull it off. But nope, just said, "not gonna do it."
However, as soon as her visit was over, the pesky idea would keep springing into my mind out of nowhere. I could only shove it away for so long before it hit me--with a thud--WAIT! am I supposed to be doing this? I tallied up the money I would save on alternative beverages in 40 days and reached about 100 bucks. Well, that would make a huge difference in many lives in Uganda, the focus of this years 40 Days of Water campaign.
I gingerly tossed the idea out there, hoping someone would talk me out of it. My mom tried, but then I found out she hadn't watched the video, so she didn't know why I was doing it. She just thought I was crazy. Well, I'm not saying I'm not. :) But more people told me to do it and, more than that, that *they would do it with me!*
I realized then why I was meant to do this. More than my $100, this is my opportunity to take my advocacy to the next level and teach others about the need for clean water in Africa. Thanks to all of you who have already pledged to do this with me. Whether you save $20 to turn in or $200 (one of my friends is doing 40 days and is going to donate the money from her daily Starbucks trip!) it will make a difference. And as others ask you about why you're only drinking water or what the blue band on your arm means (if you choose to wear the cool 40 days bracelet that Blood:Water sends) you will have the chance to educate others. And education is the first step in doing something about the problem. KNOW --> LOVE --> ACT.
- Nancy in Texas
-------------- And, finally, in a little postscript. If you are unsure, as I was, that you can make it 40 straight days with only water to drink--take heart. I counted the dates of 40 Days of Water, February 17 to April 3, and realized there were actually 46. My friend Matt Ward who works at Blood:Water educated me more about Lent and sent me this link:http://catholicism.about.com/od/holydaysandholidays/f/Counting_Lent.htm Ah, another reason to work for the weekend. :)
I've been to high-level summits discussing global water and HIV/AIDS initiatives. You know, the kind where you have tables with a little microphone and a bottle of water at each chair and huge podium up front with a logo the size of a stadium projected on the backdrop behind? The kind where 400 people in suits and polished shoes are milling about and you hear phrases like "food security task force" and "efficacy of Prevention of Mother-to-Child Transmission" floating above the hum of conversation.
This wasn't like that at all. We had 6 chairs pulled up around a table, which had tea-stained napkins and cookie crumbs on it. Our backdrop consisted of a couple small windows that projected light onto the painted cinderblock walls of an otherwise dim basement. And none of us were wearing suits.
But in spite of the humble surroundings in the basement of a friend in New York City, there was a sense of excitement as Blood:Water Mission and 3 organizations discussed the integration of HIV/AIDS and water programs for transforming the lives of people living in Africa.
As Blood:Water has explored ways to be more integrated in our approach to AIDS and water, we have recognized the need for the collective voices of our partners - both in America and in Africa - to come together to speak into this need. It was almost by divine appointment that we were able to congregate in NYC during what is unarguably the busiest time of the year.
Experts in their own countries, these organization shared their vision and knowledge over tea and coffee, speaking into the challenges and needs shared by one another. At the end of a long day, a row of cups and sugar packets arranged in a diagram was all we had to show for our work. But it was enough. It represented a wholistic approach for integrating AIDS and water in what are some of Africa's most challenging regions. While still a plan in it's infancy, it will be a launching pad for what I hope will be some of the most exciting work Blood:Water has ever engaged in.
This, I believe, is the greatness of what we as a community possess - where individually our efforts may feel inconsequential, but when we join together, there is a strength that can overcome even the challenges of poverty. Ironically, it's a lesson easily forgotten. Ironic because this is the lesson we work so hard to instill in communities in Africa - that poor as they are, if they will work together, they possess the power to change their future. John Donne spoke well when he said "no man is an island". The same is true for organizations. The same is true for each of you who is on this journey with us.
As we close out 2009, I'm excited about the coming year. Excited about our partnerships. Excited about all the people who have contributed to the Mission this Season. Great things are afoot.
6,500 Africans will die today because of AIDS. Next year there will be 4.2 million children orphaned by AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa. Yet, surrounded by these statistics, I am reminded that AIDS is a disease that kills one person at a time. It is a disease that destroys the body one blood cell at a time. It destroys families one person at a time. It creates a void, a deep emptiness where hope and health should be one
story at a time. The way to solve a problem like this is not to step
back, but to press inward. Move toward these people, move in so that
we all learn the face and story and need of one person. One person that is a brother or sister, one person that takes on a character and a shape all their own. Today, I am thinking about how I can help one person. How I can love and act, and advocate on behalf of one
person. And in the midst of this great and challenging fight, we may
one day realize that we have the opportunity to not be able to
visualize the millions of stories that have regained their threads of
hope, and sustained their health.
Can you think of one
person? Can you put yourself in the place of someone wrestling with
HIV/AIDS? Do you wonder what their fears might be? Do you wonder what
their families might be going through? Do you consider the moment that
they have to bring the news of their illness to their family? Is there
room in your heart, in my heart to feel what they feel?
What
must it be like to find out you have a disease, one without a cure, one
that carries not only the weight of physical pain, but the brutal force
of stigma and fear? The ripple effects of this disease will be death to
their children, to their spouses, and death to their ability to live in
community and die with dignity. So how do we process this? What do we
do with these stories? And what would it look like to do our best to
ensure that those wrestling on this day under the weight of AIDS can
make it to the next?
This
day is marked for us to be reminded that AIDS is real, that the stories
of those who suffer are real, and yet it is a day that can carry hope.
Hope - that if enough of us - enough doctors and politicians, teachers
and artists, leaders and pastors, students and children, fathers and
mothers will care and act, World AIDS Day will become a holiday
commemorating the end of this disease.
I believe that God has
given us a great privilege to be a part of this act of healing. It is
in our hands. It is our ideas, our passion, our willingness to learn,
to fail, to search, to love, and to fight that will bring forth the
ideas and the designs to beat HIV/AIDS.
It is my hope that we
will continue to feel the urgency of this great need. It is my desire
that we will continue to open our hearts to the stories of people all
around the world who suffer. Please join us in praying, in knowing, in
loving, and in serving. There is more work to be done, and we hope
your generosity will continue to make this good work possible.
With great hope,
~ Dan Haseltine Blood:Water Mission & Jars of Clay
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Laughter. My time in Uganda was filled with laughter. We laughed when we saw each other in the morning, when we told stories, when we walked through villages, when we shared tea, and simply at a funny look. In a moment there is laughter. Contagious laughter. So beautiful; I wish I could bottle it up and take it home. I once got an email from a colleague listening to my laughter through our shared wall that was titled, "I love your laughter." She would have loved to have been in Uganda with me where laughter is sometimes found in the unlikeliest of things. (Click "Read More" to continue)
Many of you have been following the story of the community of Marsabit, in northern Kenya. It's a place that is dear to our hearts, that has been overlooked by many, but is a significant area of focus for us this year. Thanks to your donations, the doors of the Tumaini Clinic (which means "hope" in Swahili) have opened and over 660 people have been served and 85 individuals have been enrolled in the HIV program...