Want to know why I gave up my Starbucks for one single day?
I promise, I will not waste your time. Just read on.
Something has been bothering me, bothering me for a long time. If you want to know me, know a person, know what moves me, I invite you to read on.
I grew up in a good family. I’ve had a good life. But lately it seemed that something was missing.
Looking back, I think it was the absence of self. I didn’t really know what was inside me. And it has taken years to discover what was right there all along.
Mostly, I was missing that process of discovery where you not only find out what you are good at, but also what moves you. Because without passion, what’s the point?
Then finally, my writing emerged. When I write, I immerse myself in the character. I see what they see, I hear what they hear, I know what they know, and I feel what they feel. And that is a good thing.
But recently things changed for me. My daughter got sick, my job got stressful, and everything became hard.
Some of you know what I’m talking about because you’re stuck in the same place. It’s a pivotal point in your life where you find yourself at that intersection where pain meets stress meets more pain, and it’s not a pleasant place.
I felt like everything was falling in around me.
Yet I knew one thing–I still have people that love me. And after that, what does the rest matter?
If there’s one thing I know, it’s that “things” matter to people. But how important are things? New houses, new cars, new gadgets.
Think for a moment how fleeting those objects are.
And it finally hit me. The only “thing” that matters is love. And you know what else hit me?
Have you ever wondered why you are here? Wondered, what does it all matter? What is the purpose of your life?
I think I now understand. But it’s not the same for everyone.
I heard a brilliant man named Alex Atala speak about a troubled time in his life, and here’s how he learned the meaning of his life.
“I had a dream. In the dream I was a small child, and I was walking with an older person, a guide. I asked this person, ‘what is the meaning of life?’
The man took me and showed me a flower.
We walked on. He said, ‘Think of circles. Circles everywhere.’ He continued to talk about the circle. ‘A plant has a circle. A circle of life. A seed germinates into a plant. The plant grows. It produces a flower. The flower produces a fruit. The fruit contains a seed which drops to the ground and produces another plant. This is the circle.’
I looked to the man and said, ‘I understand about the circle. But why did you show me the flower?’
He replied, ‘The flower is the most beautiful part of the circle. The flower is the time you are alive. You are the flower. Go and ponder this.'”
Before I heard that, I was in a rut. I was stuck.
Stuck in my own problems.
—-> Job, money.
Stuck in my own stress.
—-> A chronically ill child, and I can’t fix it.
Stuck in thinking about my own problems.
Then it hit me (light bulb).
I’m thinking too much “ME.”
My problems are so tiny, so insignificant. If I would only take a moment to look around.
It was time to think of someone else’s problems.
And in this revelation, in this vision, suddenly, I was un-stuck. The flower became clear.
I’m writing today to ask for your help. I’m writing today to share my vision, to share my purpose.
It’s something that has been put on my heart, and it won’t quiet.
The call I first heard was from a man who reaches people in the worst of conditions. Conditions well beyond my comprehension.
The people he reaches live in a place with no drinking water.
Just think of that for a second.
Historically, societies are born around water. The ocean, the river, the natural spring, the lake. Whatever it was, if water was close, a village formed.
But today it’s not that simple. There are billions of us, and some have to live in places where water is so far away, it takes four hours per day to get it.
The women do most of the water fetching. Not to mention the kids. Tons of kids do the same.
Shouldn’t they be in school, you ask? Certainly. But with no water, school kind of loses it’s luster.
The man formed a charity that then partnered with Saks Fifth Avenue and Keurig and Google and Nautica. They said they wanted to drill a well to bring drinking water to a village.
They drilled one well, then another, then another.
And they asked me for a paltry sum so they could drill one more.
They said if I would donate $350, they’d add my $350 to that of other donors, and one day, they’d have the $10,000 they needed to drill a well for another village.
You see, there’s water right there. The village sits in Africa, but the people have no way to reach the water that is right beneath their feet. It’s too deep.
So they walk. Every day. Every-stinking-day.
The kids are sick, really sick. And who wouldn’t be? The body isn’t meant to drink water filled with bacteria. And I hate to even mention it, but it’s not built to drink in leaches either.
Disgusting, I know, but that’s what some of these kids have to endure. They drink the water, the baby leach takes hold at the back of their throat, and the child either lives with it, or an adult has to jam a stick into their throat to try to kill the leach.
Other kids simply become sick to their stomachs each time they drink. The next day, they repeat the process.
They have no other choice.
I thought about the $350. I thought about my problems, my money problems. I thought of the medical bills. I needed that $350.
But you know how this goes, right? You feel guilty, so you donate to make yourself feel better.
But I shut up for a minute and listened.
And this time, something was different. I wasn’t thinking about my problems.
I didn’t want to donate to their cause. I wanted to fulfill their cause.
So starting right now, I intend to raise $10,000 to fund the entire cost of drilling a well for this one African village.
It will be life changing for the people there.
When they don’t have to walk four hours to find water, the women will have time to care for their children.
The children will have time to go to school.
And everyone, man, woman, and child will drink water that won’t make them sick.
I’ve said before that as an author, I write strong female lead characters as an example to my teenage girls.
Well now, it’s time my girls also see a strong male lead, me.
It’s time I stood up and did something that mattered.
So I’m asking for your help.
If you could donate just $3, it would make a world of difference. You can donate any amount you like, but $3 is do-able, right?
In fact, it’s such a small amount, I’m asking that you then ask your friends to do the same.
With the amount so small, people might be willing.
$3 is the cost of a cappuccino (Can you give up your Starbucks for ONE DAY?)
$3 is the cost of an e-book.
And $3 is the cost of clean drinking water.
100% of your $3 will go to the drilling project. Not one penny will be diverted to pay for administrative or other costs.
Did you catch that part? Not one penny will be diverted to pay for anything other than the actual costs of drilling the well.
Here’s how you can join me:
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(IMPORTANT! If you’re not on the email list, you won’t know what’s happening – reaching the $10,000 goal, finding out what village we will drill in, the status of the drilling project etc.)
$10,000 (the cost of one well)
Here’s how you can join me:
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