On a piece of
Aboriginal art stationery, I made a list of “life goals.” I
didn't date it, but Motherhood was the first item on the list, so I'm
guessing it's at least ten years old. Number three on the list is:
Donate a cow to Heifer International as frequently as possible. In
these ten plus years, I have not donated a single cow or even a
portion of a cow, so placing this goal on the 4040 list ensured that
I would finally do it.
As the months
passed and my life and finances changed dramatically I wondered how I
was going to swing a $500 donation. I had the money in savings, but I
questioned whether that was the right move at this time. And then a
little miracle in the form of assisting my friend Christa at a
wedding came along—twice. This was unexpected income and right
away I knew what I would do with it. My trips to Indianapolis and
Lake of the Ozarks to carry lenses and wrangle self-absorbed
Mothers-of-the-Bride were transformed into my donation to Heifer
International.
Heifer International
takes the “teach a man to fish” approach to helping those in
need. It is this philsophy that I was drawn to when I was an active
member of our campus chapter of Habitat for Humanity twenty years
ago.
A few months ago, I
read a back issue of Heifer's World Ark magazine. Every issue is a great read with beautiful photography, which captures the
people Heifer serves in vivid color and detail. The profiles and stories it shares from the field always stick with me.
This is when I met
Dalia, a woman from Rwanda who has experienced unimaginable horror.
Her photograph struck me as I realized she and I are the same age.
Look at that face. She is radiant. And thriving because the gift of a
goat came into her family's life. That gift first improved the
family's nutrition. The gift of a goat also transformed her into a
businesswoman.
I haven't stopped
thinking about Dalia and how different our lives and experiences are.
On days when my life seems daunting in some way, I think about Dalia
and gain perspective. If she can make her way through her
circumstances, so can I. I also remember that I am in a position to help, and so I want to do what I can, when I can--joyfully.
I am grateful I put
donating a heifer on my 4040 list. I wouldn't have thought that
donating money and running a race or hanging upside down on the
trapeze would share commonalities, but they did for me. They were
goals that stretched me and required me to think creatively and to
trust myself. I have proved to myself once again—soon it will be
forty times over—just what I am made of: determination, grit,
optimism, creativity, and more. Knowing this about myself seems like
a good return on investment. I look forward to fulfilling the “as
frequently as possible” part of the life goal.
PS: Curious about
what other items were on that ten-year old life list?
Organizing
business as sustainable income
Take a Heifer
study tourMaintain healthy fingernails
Have a home open to anyone in need
Be a tourist in my own town
Take cello lessons
Accumulate less/more love
Live simply
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