Wow, was that a scare yesterday! The symbolism of trading food for shelter really … hit home for me (pun intended). I was that close to the financial razor’s edge. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting us once again.
But let me say another word about the experience, if you would. It was very educational.
This must be what millions of people go through every day. Trading food for shelter or trading whatever they have for a meal. Or for clothing or an old computer.
Cathy Buckle tells us that this is what life is like every day in Zimbabwe: A hardscrabble existence.
At the moment of hitting rock bottom financially, one’s orderly life is suddenly at risk. Everything that seemed safe and secure is instantly cast into doubt.
When I’m a humanitarian philanthropist, the knowledge of the way I felt at the moment of trading food for shelter will prove invaluable, I think.
Toward the middle of the month, I may return to this subject.
But, at this moment, I’m just humbled and grateful beyond words. You make it possible for us to serve the Divine Mother and you in the capacity we do. Thank you to all who sent help and/or love.