We just finished a movie. I won't tell you which movie because I don't want to spoil it for you. But the movie took place in New York. The movie starts with getting to know the characters, then the problem develops, and then comes resolution. A pretty typical movie. In the last ten minutes of the movie, the main character was looking out the window of a sky scrapper. And then there was a reference to Tuesday, September 11th, 2001. Immediately I starting saying to myself "please don't show it, please don't show it, please". They didn't. But I still cried. Cried for real. The memory of that day is still so disturbing. 2,998 people died that day. (I refuse to include the 19 terrorists in that number.) Its been 9 years, 2 months, and 23 days... and I still cry.
We all watched the news coverage on the trapped miners in Chile. We were on pins and needles waiting to see if those 33 lives could be saved. Multiple websites report that the BBC spent 100,000 British Pounds (aka $157,00 USD) on reporting the events in Chile. The rescue effort cost somewhere between $10-20million.
Malaria kills 2,000 children every day. Why don't I cry for these lives lost?
Just $18 provides insecticide treated bed nets for an entire family. These bed nets can be used for approximately 4 years!
13,000 children die from malnutrition related causes every day. Why don't I cry for these lives lost?
$17 provides seeds to a family, allowing them to eat not just today but tomorrow and the day after.
It is estimated that 17 million children have been orphaned due to AIDS... and the number keeps rising. Adoption is wonderful for children who need a mommy and daddy. But never losing their birth parents in the first place is so much better. AIDS and HIV is preventable. It's stoppable. This doesn't have to happen.
Is there a price on human life? They say that a life is priceless.... is it? Are some lives worth less than others? If all life is priceless, why do people die every day from completely preventable causes? Why isn't this on the news everyday? And why don't I cry for them?