Have You Ever?
* had to identify and explain to a nine-year-old child the concept of a toothbrush? * been overwhelmed by dozens of kids running at you, wanting to be held, hugged, and touched? * seen a young boy's face covered with knife scars, a permanent reminder of what it took for him to survive on the streets? * smelled a river with a stench so strong that you want to vomit, and then found out that a group of kids have to walk through this river to get to school during the rainy season? * given a child a hug, and felt only skin and bones beneath their dirty, tattered clothes? Until this month, I hadn't either. But now, after a week-long trip to Ethiopia, I will never be able to forget the hundreds of kids we visited in orphanages and drop in centers around the country. Thanks to the generosity of our friends, family, and community, we were able to provide clothes, medicine, toys, and most importantly, food to these kids. And they were extremely grateful. But the problem is that what we l...