After returning from Africa, I can't get my mind off of my abundance and their lack. What do I mean? I get up in the morning, have a piping hot Starbucks, a big breakfast, a nice lunch meeting at PF Chang's, and a huge dinner with my family in the evening. I don't think twice about what I'm going to eat. In fact, I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want.
But not the African orphans I just visited. Most days, they don't get a meal - not a single one. When they do eat, it's very simple. Mostly just corn-mush. Maybe a few beans if they are lucky. Rarely any vegetables, meat, or fruit. All things I take for granted.
They can be fed a basic meal, five days a week, for only $1.50. The price I pay for a pack of mints, string cheese, or a sports drink.
My belief is that everyone can do something to help Africa. Everyone can feed an orphan for at least a month, if not a year. So the next time you spend that $1.50, remember what it could do for an orphan in Swaziland. It could be the difference between life and death.
