We know the statistics.
A lack of clean water kills a child every fifteen seconds.
And I'm wondering about this today, about why we really don't care about the child who died fifteen seconds ago. Or the one who will die in fifteen more seconds. Or the one dying right now.
Perhaps stats like that just seem too far removed from our modern world to be real. Or perhaps we've heard it so often that our hearts are too calloused to break.
Or perhaps it's because it's not our kid dying.
But that will be some mother's child. And the death will be real. And I can do something to change her reality.
With a hundred dollars, I could buy a new purse, a cute pair of sandals, a meal at a swanky restaurant. Or I could save someone's kid.
I'd like to think that if this were my child, if it somehow, someday is my child, you'd do the same for me.
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