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Stop Trying to Save the World


This is Eddy. He calls me "Boss." Eddy is a drug dealer. I would tell you what he sells, but I don't know. And to tell you the truth, I really don't care. What I do care about is how Eddy is feeling today and how his elderly mother is doing. I see Eddy often on the streets in Bocas Del Toro. He is usually on his bicycle and seems to carry a sad look on his face most of the time.

But not today. Today he was filled with hope.

You see, Eddy doesn't want to sell drugs. He wants to sell shish kabobs from a little food cart in the street. He has a plan and he found a used food cart he can get for a great price. But he doesn't have the funds to get the cart.

Today we talked to Eddy about helping him buy his little food cart. We talked to him about an easy business plan and about how to stand out from the crowd so really can make enough money to support himself doing something he feels good about.

I have spent the last 5 years wandering around Central America seeing how I fit in and how I can do a little good in the world, and I have come to the conclusion that building an empire of volunteerism is not what I want to do. I just want to help Eddy. I want to help him feel good about himself and his future. I want to see a smile on his face when I meet him on the street and he pedals by and waves and says, "Hi, Boss!"

Please help me help Eddy.

Go to our website at www.povertyprojectinternational.com and read about what we are doing. Email me and ask questions. I am so convinced that if we slow down and pay attention to who is riding by instead of filling our heads with dreams of saving the world, we can actually save someone..the one in front of us.

Breaking the Mold
laura


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