Well, it turns out that when I don’t have a lot to juggle I become forgetful. I focus instead on putting one foot in front of the other, and in the process, procrastinate and lose sight of important things.
Two weeks ago was Rungrod’s eleventh birthday. And I completely forgot. Our automatic payments go out every month to help his family, and we hardly realize it anymore. But it’s less about the money and more about what Rungrod represents to us. He stands for hungry children everywhere, is a constant reminder that the world we live in is far from perfect, and that innocents suffer. He reminds me of every child I held and cared for in Botswana, and of all the children I cannot hold or help now. He stands for suffering and inequality in my shortsighted world where the focus is instead on Christmas lists and grocery shopping. What’s most beautiful is he’s a reminder that while I am not perfect, I can do good. And I will make this up to you, little buddy. I pinky promise.