My First Post

Hello,

      My names Coleton. This is my first blog post EVER. So I figured I'd start it off good.

Acouple of weeks ago my class was learning about the Holocaust. We had a speaker come in who had went to some of the camps after WW2. At first, I thought of it as a type of "free day" from doing work. Then about half way through him talking he mentioned something about the eyes of the people who's pictures were on the wall. The eyes of the victims. Then it clicked in me.

On my second trip to Africa we went to a mountain. The original plan was to pass out dresses to little girls on the mountain, but as usual things never go as planned. The first 2 dresses might have went to the little girls. Then the boys started getting them. "My sister is asleep. I'll give it to her," seemed to be the phrase everyone was yelling. I just stood back, holding a pair of shoes, and watched the chaos from a safe distance.

Then a little boy, no older then 7 or 8, came up to me. He said something that still keeps me awake thinking.  "No motha, No fatha, Food." He had on dirty and torn clothes. His shoes weren't shoes at all. He had a little wooden cross around his neck. And then there were his eyes. I'm sure you've all seen the commericals with the little children. Their eyes look lost and hopeless. I'm not trying to say anything bad about the commercials, but its nothing like that. When you're there, it's a whole new world.

You can't just turn the channel or leave the room.

You can't just feel bad and decide "Hey, this is a good time to get snacks."

No

It's nothing like it. Because when you're there, you can't turn away. You can't just leave. 

That's the moment I realized something. The speaker, the man who say the eyes of the Holocaust, got the same feeling I did. I'm not trying to say what happened in the Holocaust and what is happening in Africa is the same. But I'm not saying it's any better or worse. People are always saying, learn from the past. Don't let these mistakes happen again.

But when you change the channel when those sad, dying, and hopeless children pop up on the screen.

When you leave the room or feel bad and do nothing else. How is that any better then killing them yourself. I'm not saying it makes you a bad person for not doing anything, I'm just saying next time, before you change the channel.....

THINK.

Cause I've been there, I've seen it.

We can change the world. We're just taking it one step at a time.