I've been quite fortunate over the past 25 years to be able to travel to and live in many different parts of the world. Right now, I'm in Kazakhstan. I've been here for about one month and from what I've seen so far, and learned from the people I've talked with...most folks seem happy and have enough money to meet their needs. I've seen lots of school-age kids and university kids who look pretty much like their counterparts in the US, just in slightly different clothes.
The other day I was in a fairly large town, waiting in a car for someone who'd gone into a store. For the first time, I saw a child begging. When I first noticed him he was at my window, and he asked if I had any change for bread. I'll be honest...in my surprise, combined with my slow speed in processing his request (my Russian isn't the greatest) I initially just shrugged my shoulders and he moved on.
He was about 5 years old, blond and serious...he moved quickly from person to person asking for change. As I finally realized what was going on, I was struck by his appearance. Other than lacking my gargantuan head, (I was known as "Cinder Block" as a child) he could have been me at that age.
I reached into my wallet for a bill the equivalent of a couple dollars, caught the boy's eye and handed it to him. His face lit up bright, he carefully rolled it up and ran across the street, I imagine toward home. My only regret now is that I didn't give him more.
How long has it been since we've been truly grateful for what we have? I know it had been a long time for me...and this was a quite personal reminder. I'm sure many of us give money to those less fortunate, whether on a street corner or through a church or charity...but do we also have the right motivation or desire in our heart as we do so? Are we doing all we can?
The same day I encountered my childhood lookalike, I finished reading the book Beyond the House of the False Lama by George Crane. While it's not as good as his earlier effort, Bones of the Master, it did have an excellent section discussing a Buddhist nun named Ani Jinpa, and her struggle to feed 50-60 children daily at a monastery in Outer Mongolia...all on a budget of $5000 per year. The woman is a saint. She had traveled to Mongolia several years earlier, saw the need, and stayed to help. With a rather small amount of money and a great deal of effort on her part, she is making a huge difference.
Right now I have a passel of kids to support...college, weddings...the usual stuff. I'm happy to have them...happy to help them, but I do look forward to the near future when they are independent and grown and I can devote more of my time, money and energy to other good causes. Right now I'm encouraging the kids to make a difference as well, maybe join the Peace Corps after college, or find some other way to give something back, as so many out there are doing.
It may be a simple career choice. I'm proud of our oldest daughter, who will soon graduate with a degree in Social Work...and has already spent a year working in a Middle School helping kids at risk. But there are many other professions (such as medicine or teaching) that are also built around service. And you may not need to travel to somewhere as exotic or faraway as Mongolia to do it.
Open up your heart
Listen to the universe
Give unselfishly
Follow heart's knowing whispers
To fulfill your destiny
To those who are doing so already, I pass along my thanks and encouragement. To those (like myself) who aren't quite there yet, I issue a challenge to work harder toward that goal. Set some personal goals to really make a difference. Give what you can now, and prepare to give more in the future. That's where true happiness will be found.