One day as I was eating lunch in Madagascar, I saw a young teenage boy watching me chew on my sandwich.
He
was a nervous kid, always staring at me but turning away when I tried
to make eye contact. He stood around the corner but kept a close watch,
as if he wanted to remain hidden but still wasn't willing to let me out
of his sight.I thought it was nothing more than strange, until I went to throw my sandwich wrapper away. He followed me to the trashcan and immediately grabbed the wrapper. I saw the disappointment spill across his face when he opened it and saw there were no leftovers. I still feel a cringe of guilt whenever I picture it.
When I returned to America, I began working for EFY. I saw the youth having so much fun, and I saw their testimonies grow. I thought about the young boy in Madagascar just wishing for a bit of extra bread. The contrast made me want to do something.
I
can’t pull the entire country out of poverty. I can’t provide food
for all the kids there who go hungry. But having worked for EFY for
almost four years, I can give something back. I can give the youth a bit
to smile about. I can help them find the spirit in their lives.
And that’s the goal, to help my brothers and sisters find a bit of happiness in this life, even in difficult circumstances.
Help me out!
Help me out!
Donate today!
- Chad Burton
