I am Doing What I Can to Change My World.....

This is Aniwal...we call him Ani. (He is Ubaldino's little brother) Today he started school (after summer vacation...summer is winter here) with two new school uniforms, new shoes, and a new backpack full of school supplies. The kids here in Panama have to have uniforms for school. Without them, they cannot attend school.

Thanks so much to the people who helped support us. Your charity sent the little guy, who is an orphan by the way, to school for another year.

We cannot fix everything. But we can make a difference if we just start with the person we see, the one who comes to our attention.

Compassion is not just about looking at a sea of affliction across the face of this planet. That is an overwhelming problem that paralyzes us. Things change when you slow down and get to know someone. When you find you CAN do something for one person.

And if each of us just stops for the one in front of us, together, we CAN change the world.

Doing something, anything,
laura

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