I assume most of you reading this article, live in a developed country with easy access to a computer and access to the web. You may have been raised in a developed country where television shows give away a million dollars on a regular basis. So, I ask you…
Now, lets go back in time to your birth. Did you have a choice of your birth place? Did you choose to grow up in a developed country? No, none of us choose the country, continent or place of our birth. We entered into this world, arrive and begin life.
So, let’s imagine that we were born in the reality of extreme poverty. We had no choice of our birth place. The poorest of the poor. As a baby, your are not given a name for the first 5 years of life, but instead referred to as ‘my little escapee’ dodging death until you reach an age when your mother believes you might actually live. You desperately feed on a dry, raw breast struggling to get an ounce of milk as your mother painfully watches in agony. Your young siblings walk barefoot for miles to fetch disease infested dirty water hoping to keep you alive to see another day. A small medical team travels thousands of miles bringing the basics of treatment that will save your life. You wait your turn in the high heat from the sun as hundreds of more people are in the same line, in front of you, waiting for the same. Your birth parents die from HIV/AIDS and you are left in a child led home, run by your young brother who begs for anything to feed himself, you and other siblings.
Now, you’ve made it through 5 years of life and some years beyond. As a little boy, you are now working tirelessly trying to find the necessities of life – water, food, shelter. Day after long day, you work. You have no means to get educated. You simply live to live. Working to feed yourself, and your older siblings and any others who are at the same disparity that you live and understand. If you are a young girl, you are brutally raped over and over again – sold into sex slavery. Imprisoned by shear evil and stripped of all innocence you have. You live this life for years, becoming numb of anything and everything around you. Hatred is all you know. Hope is lost. You had no choice as to where you were born, you arrived and began life.
You are now at the age you are today, you’ve survived, reading this article… What would you do with a million dollars?
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. – Matthew 25:35-36