Hope is in All of Us

Never before had I embarked on a trip like this. I left Rhode Island seeking to better understand the lives and experiences of people living in the most difficult conditions on our planet. I hoped to return with stories and observations that would inform my work and help me draw attention to a humanitarian crisis that isn’t being talked about enough: childhood malnutrition, which affects over 200 million children under five. It only took two flights to find what I was looking for.

Not surprisingly, I witnessed many hardships on this journey. However, a dichotomy quickly emerged in my experiences: I saw terrible suffering, but also unwavering determination to survive. I saw poverty beyond my worst imaginings in Sierra Leone: people with no consistent access to food, medicine, or even water.  However, I also saw joy in the faces of children proudly running races to support their school team at a field day. I saw mothers seeking treatment for their babies who were severely malnourished, some so sick they had completely lost their appetite for food. But I was also invited to join a celebration with jubilant singing and dancing at a church service held under a tarp supported by sticks, where the congregants counted their blessings and praised god’s grace. In Uganda, I saw a refugee camp attempting to care for 287,000 South Sudanese who fled their homes from civil war (1.4 million in all camps combined). And in that settlement, I met two girls playing dress up, skipping and laughing together.
I returned home this week and have been asked about the most surprising discovery on my journey. I realized without having to think, it was
And it was everywhere.
Hope was in the school children’s strong voices, proudly reciting the alphabet. Hope was in the well-practiced songs they sang for villagers at the opening of their new school.

Hope was in a mother’s eyes when she found her way to a nutrition clinic miles away from her home, despite the heat and her many other responsibilities. She was determined to get her baby lifesaving food-medicine to fuel her recovery from severe acute malnutrition.

Hope was in a young boy’s ingenious creation of a toy car and eyeglasses that he crafted out of scraps of trash and sticks, a testimony that life not only brings challenges, but also opportunities to imagine and dream.

The people I met, despite living in the most difficult conditions imaginable, have not given up.

Not even close.

They survive with scarcity of every resource we take for granted: water, food, clothing, electricity, shelter, safety. But they wake up every day and face these challenges with stoicism, determination, and yes, hope.

We turn away from the tough stories in our news feeds: we are busy and overwhelmed with our own schedules and struggles. But I came home determined to stop looking away. I will stop waiting for the media to hand me the news it deems important each day. I will stop scrolling past the tough stories. I will seek out the truth about what is happening in communities affected by conflict, famine, corruption and environmental catastrophes.

My mother’s mantra to my sister and me growing up was: do your part. She explained that everyone has a role to play, however small, in providing for a family’s or community’s wellbeing. Following my recent trip, I was reminded once again that, when it comes to building a more resilient world full of hope, all of us have a part to play.

Visit a factory like Edesia that makes lifesaving food for young children. Donate. Help save a life. Ask your senators and congressman to support emergency aid and long-term development for these communities in crisis. Talk to your friends and family about what you learn. Make a donation, however small, to an organization that is helping.

When we stop looking away, we may hear stories that make us uncomfortable. We may ache for those suffering incomprehensible hardships. But we’ll also encounter the heroes making a difference, the organizations determined to help, and the opportunities to give fellow human beings a chance not only to survive, but thrive.

These mothers, fathers, and children two flights away haven’t lost hope.

So neither should we.

Contributed by Guest Author: Holly Gray – Edesia’s Community Outreach Manager. Holly recently traveled to Africa and penned this article upon her return.