Week 12–18 December Writing Prompt

Is It Charity or Sharing?

The reason I support causes

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

At 9 ½ years old, I was homeless. I was the oldest. My mother’s responsibility was to find a safe place to sleep. My job was to bring money and/or food to feed my mother, two sisters, and brother.

At age 13, my life changed, and I was no longer homeless. Our family was safe. My mother remarried. I was invited to live elsewhere. There can be only one head of household.

So, for me, the homeless youth of the world. Children, adults, and special needs people all require food globally.

For eight years, several friends and I attempted to change global habits concerning the people I’ve just mentioned. We founded, and I ran a company that was in fifty-five countries (at times, more than that). It was hard. We spent a lot of money trying to change minds, secure goods, and make a difference anywhere we could. We were measurably helpful in the US east coast, middle African countries, and India.

The word measurably is, like most things, relative. If moving the meter ever so slightly counts (it doesn’t), then we were a hit. We know we weren’t.

A few years ago, my partner and I founded an organization to provide food for these groups right here in Las Vegas…