Sometimes life provides an unexpected turn and it makes me wonder. As I look back on my life, decisions I made lead me to where I am. What would have happened if a few of those decisions were different? Where would I be now? Would I still end up in the same place? Is our paths predestined? Is my path predestined?
I have spent most of my life away from family and friends, living in one country after another and working to help those living in poverty. Throughout my life, it seems like I have always chosen a path towards helping the poor. When I was teaching in St. Paul and my poor inner city students could not afford proper gear to go camping and canoeing in our wilderness club, an anonymous donation was made to supply them with proper gear so that they could experience something they may never get a chance to do. Hopefully, those winter camping, fly fishing, backpacking, and BWCA canoeing trips gave them learning experiences that they can never get from a classroom. Many other anonymous donations have been made through the years to help children living in poverty in Kolkata and Nairobi to receive an education, but more so to just get off the streets and receive care. Sometimes, I wished I could provide them with more than the basic education.
I left my work to return home when I got words that my father's health was taking a turn for the worse. He passed away recently and now I am wondering what I will do next. While I was back home and going through my father's things, I learned how humble a person he was. The things I learn about people after they have gone makes me wonder.
Anyway, where will I get more anonymous funding for the children? My path will lead me to poverty one day.
I have spent most of my life away from family and friends, living in one country after another and working to help those living in poverty. Throughout my life, it seems like I have always chosen a path towards helping the poor. When I was teaching in St. Paul and my poor inner city students could not afford proper gear to go camping and canoeing in our wilderness club, an anonymous donation was made to supply them with proper gear so that they could experience something they may never get a chance to do. Hopefully, those winter camping, fly fishing, backpacking, and BWCA canoeing trips gave them learning experiences that they can never get from a classroom. Many other anonymous donations have been made through the years to help children living in poverty in Kolkata and Nairobi to receive an education, but more so to just get off the streets and receive care. Sometimes, I wished I could provide them with more than the basic education.
I left my work to return home when I got words that my father's health was taking a turn for the worse. He passed away recently and now I am wondering what I will do next. While I was back home and going through my father's things, I learned how humble a person he was. The things I learn about people after they have gone makes me wonder.
Anyway, where will I get more anonymous funding for the children? My path will lead me to poverty one day.
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