FEED ME. Seems basic. He was walking the streets of Kingston at 6AM on a Saturday. I saw him approach with the umbrella catching some of the rain. He was holding his pants up with one hand, shoeless. He approached me and begged me some money. I slowly shook my head "no". He looked me in the eyes and says, "please". I walked on. He was no older than 13 or 14.
Feed me when I am hungry.
Hunger sucks. I sucked at that moment. After a long walk through the streets of the war torn town, 12 murders in the previous 48 hours, I was able to slack the mango mans thirst with enough money to buy some breakfast..where is the 14 year old?
Feed me when I am hungry.
I looked away after 25 months on this island. I have created an impervious shell around me. The pain is too much to face everyday. Will the hungry boy be in Kodiak, Texas, San Diego? I hope I am capable of healing and saying, "yes" next time.
Feed me....
BJC
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Food For Thought..........
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other." Mother Teresa
"Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding." Ralph Waldo
"We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace." William Ewart
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