She calls out to the man on the street… “Sir can you help me? It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep, is there somewhere you can tell me?”
He walks on, doesn’t look back… He pretends he can’t hear her. He starts to whistle as he crosses the street… Seems embarrassed to be there.
This Phil Collins song makes me cry every time I hear it. That girl, she thinks she doesn’t matter. So does that man. The thought that someone might feel like they don’t matter breaks my heart. The fact that in some cultures many people don’t matter, well, that does me in.
People matter. Everyone matters. Everyone has a story and usually, it needs to be told. That’s why this blog exists: to give a voice to those who can’t speak, to allow others to tell their story and to educate all of us so we can tell the whole world these stories.
In this world right now there are:
27 million slaves
100 million homeless
1.02 billion starving
100 million suffering from female genital mutilation
Every (1) of those people matter. Every single (1).
Whether I’m raising awareness, telling someone’s story or learning about living life better, my aim is to enable people to go out and live their legacy.
“The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed. Luke 4:18
All it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing: let us not be that man (or woman)..