Stories by Kathy


 
Thank you. I bow in gratitude for the gift of you that you have shared. The Wednesday morning emails became balm for my anxious soul. You continue to inspire me.
— Michael C., Registered Psychotherapist
 
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The Sarara Campaign

At a time when the news is dominated with reports of communities in conflict and environmental disasters, I have good news! Caring people are having a direct positive impact on the lives of others. This week’s story is one of gratitude. Special thanks to readers who have donated money or purchased products from my online store. You are making a difference in the lives of people in Kenya and the wildlife they coexist with.

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Educate a Girl and You Educate a Village: Part 3

A friend responded to my story last week (Part 2) that high school student Mercy’s dream to become a surgeon was unrealistic. I agree with him that poverty, lack of access to post-secondary education, and unemployment are stark realities in Kenya and not all girls will achieve their ambitions—however, I believe in the power of dreams for their young women.

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Educate a Girl and you Educate a Village: Part 1

The Samburu girls push the bowl towards me inviting me to choose some beads. Leah invites the girls to show me how to thread a line of beads on the needle. With a swift movement, suggesting ten thousand hours of expertise, they swipe their needles through the bowl and voilà, their thread is stacked with beads. I follow suit, the beads avoid my needle like captives on the run. We all laugh.

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A Samburu Wedding

Would you like to go to a wedding? I will take you if you'd like to go,” says Robert, my Samburu guide. A Samburu wedding? “I’d be delighted! I'd be honored!” I respond enthusiastically. I can’t believe my good luck. “You can't take your camera,” he says. “I understand,” I say heart sinking, knowing that my iPhone will have to suffice enroute and my memory of the event will have to do the rest.

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