David was a 3 month old infant without a name when I met
him. His mother, Helen, had ten children. She explained with weariness in her
voice that her husband had died 7 years before. Mentally I counted the number
of small, barefoot children running around me. At least 3 had been born within
the last 7 years.
The pastor over this region explained that Helen had no
money to fertilize her quarter acre of land, so her crops didn’t grow, so they
had no income or food, so her children were starving, so she acted as a mother
in true desperation and gave her body in exchange for food for her children.
This sacrifice created more children, more mouths to feed, and a cycle had been
created that Helen could not break.
CRF acted quickly to help this struggling family. The
children were put into the sponsorship program and my 16-year-old self
convinced my parents to step in and sponsor David.
At the time, David’s future seemed bleak. 59 children die
per every 1000 in Kenya before the age of 5—and the poverty within David’s
family raised that statistic tremendously. Preventable diseases and
malnutrition were a future that loomed over him. David was literally nameless,
destined to exist in the forgotten outskirts of extreme poverty. But Christian
Relief Fund’s support of this child changed everything.
It’s been seven years since I met little David. He is now in
the first grade and #1 in his class. He can read and write. He is healthy,
handsome, and bright. I’ll see him for the fourth time this summer. I truly
believe this precious little boy will one day care for his sweet mother and he
will be a capable, educated provider of his family.
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