One of the most embarrassing experiences I’ve had was one of my trips to Swaziland where none of my luggage arrived. Typically, I carry a supply of the bare essentials just in case, but this time around at one of my connections, the gent offered to check the luggage to my destination, and I agreed.
I had meetings scheduled back-to-back with owners of property planning a possible donation of land, with medical personnel and others. I emerged from the arrivals area with only my computer in hand. It was downhill from there with no time in between to go shopping for replacements. I washed my clothes at night and wore them during the daytime, expecting each day to get relief. My luggage finally arrived a good four days after I got to my destination.
My feeling of discomfort pales beside the condition of a girl about twelve or thirteen wearing a school uniform held together by threads. Her navel and breasts popped out of large holes in her clothing, and the back part of her uniform looked as if it would fall apart any minute. It was her eyes that got me. They were pools of pan and shame.
We want to ship a 40-foot container to Swaziland in July. It will contain clothing, shoes and other essential needs for girls such as this one. Moreover, it will carry a donation of classroom furniture made possible by RJE Interiors. Educational materials, playground equipment, supplies totaling over $25,000 … enough to serve over 2,000 children.
We’d like to be in a position to provide the bare essentials for children who wear their shame daily. My embarrassment was temporary; some of the children we serve have clothes that have not been washed for months or items that are ragged and torn. Help us replace the look of shame with one of self-confidence and hope. On their behalf, I will say, thank you.