This is my scariest post so far, right before this one a few weeks ago.
Like the last one, this one took many edits and a while to post.
Many changes of tack until I got to an approach which began to look acceptable. So now, it is actually 3 posts.
And despite these editsI keep thinking, what if I’ve got it wrong? What happens if I change my mind?
What if I fail?
Actually I already know I am going to fail.
Actually, I hope to have the strength to fail many times. To be completely broken.
So here it is.
Thoughts on a mission for life which is not yet fully resolved.
Phrases which seem to make sense at the moment are “contribution”. “Global”. “Sustainability”. And most of all “poverty”.
I don’t know exactly what this means yet or how it is going to work.
When I was in Ghana I met an amazing woman who was building a vocational training centre for unemployed youth in the far west of the country. She was directing the whole thing and using funds from a small province in Canada.
She was 67.
In 40 years I’ll be 67.
So I’m giving myself 40 years to make this happen. To figure out what it means. I figure just like anything else in life it will take practice. So I just need to work at it a little every day.
There will be many steps.
But I want my first to be to begin to understand.
To understand what it means to be poor.
To understand what has been done so far.
And to understand why it is that it has not been enough.
To help me understand more of what I should do next, and why.
As part of all this I’m going to start giving a substantial amount this year to charities which work in poor communities.
I’m going to need to some help with the how and who.