I know that many in my circle are just as moved to help the Horn of Africa as I am. Ethiopia is part of this East African trouble zone–dealing with famine due to drought. I think often of my children and how this might be affecting others like them, perhaps their birth families and or relatives we will more than likely never know.

This week has been a bad week for donating–only because we just got hit with a repair bill for our washing machine. But I have still been able to squirrel away another $30 that I would have spent on little things I didn’t need–a soda here, a lunch there. I am saving this $30 to combine with what I don’t spend next week to donate to a couple of organizations that are helping in the Horn of Africa. I can’t and won’t turn my back on my children’s birth county in this time of need.

How things change. I remember growing up in the 80’s and the famine in Ethiopia and how the “jokes” about Ethiopians were so rampant. It makes me sick to think about how little I knew or understood about the world then. This beautiful country full of giving people–people who give anything they can to those who have less. Wow, if only in we could be half as giving as those I saw in Ethiopia. How we as a nation/society ever thought or think it is okay to denigrate a people amazes me and not a good kind of amazing.

If you want to give what you can–please check out agencies working to help the Horn of Africa.