Tales of a fundraiser.

It's been a while since I've written.
My bad.
But... fear not... I have stories! I hope you find them as interesting/inspiring as I have.

Story 1
I work for a World Vision campaign right now. It's pretty nifty. Occasional, we meet some very interesting people. Occasionally, we meet some very inspiring people.
One lady stopped by our booth, she began to tell us her and her fiance had just sponsored one child, but they wanted another one. From colombia, from a specific city and a specific part of the city. Upon further investigation of the specific request, she told us her story. She was from Colombia, and was affected by the civil war. She prayed for her 4 children and herself every day, just for a meal. God was always faithful she said. Someone would always coming knocking on her door with food or money some way or another. Very cool. Then, World Vision came into her community, they got her connected into some work, got her family drinking clean water and eating plenty of 'good' food. Her children got their photos taken, and their profiles sent off to find some sponsors. When they got sponsored, she told us the joy it brought them when she got to take them to the World Vision office to get school supplies for the first time. And how much of a blessing it was to her and her family.

Suddenly every story of every child at our booth became so so so so much more real to me. I cried. I was blessed to hear this woman's story. She now is attending the U of R, her and her family were able to get out of their war torn home and find safety and a new life in Canada.

Her and her fiance signed up for 2 kids at our booth that day. Knowing they already had one, thats 3 kids. "It's only a 100 dollars a month" The fiance said. Both were university students. But they understood the difference they were making in those 3 kids lives in a much much much deeper way than we ever will.

Wow.


Story 2.
A guy came to our booth, mentioning that he was from South Africa and sponsoring a kid from South Africa, and he was enjoying it. I mentioned we had a few kids from South Africa if he wanted to see them. I picked up the only girl we had out and handed it to him. He held her and stared down sort of wide eyed. "That is my last name" He said. He pulled out his driver license and showed me. Sure enough the names matched. Meant to be? I thought so.

Story 3.
I was chatting with an middle aged man, maybe around 50. He was on his own, he just had some questions as to how the program worked, and some clarifications about where the money went. Once that was all discussed I mentioned the possibility of taking the opportunity to visit them someday. His eyes welled up. He was so excited, and so moved by these kids. It took a lot for me not to cry with him. It is amazing to talk with people who have such big hearts. I love it.


The end.