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Restored Soldier

(Originally written Nov. 6, 2010)

I just came across a letter I wrote back in November 2010 after hearing the stories of and meeting former child soldiers from northern Uganda. It’s ironic now, because I had forgotten so I posted it again. Dear Restored Soldier, After hearing your heart breaking story about life as a child soldier, I can’t help but think of what will happen in a week. Will I forget the impact your story had on me? Will the cash I tossed your way somehow make me feel better about myself, as if I actually helped you? Will I slip back into my cynical, self-centered, North American life like I always do? I wish you hadn’t come because you forced me out of the comfort of apathy. – Dave
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I’m a Whiny Little Bitch (So now what?)

Dear Displaced Refugee Rapper, Hearing your perspective made me realize just how good we have it here and how much we bitch like the spoiled brats we are. You come from war torn Sudan where barely escaped with your life and now call Canada your home. Simply put, your story is one of how my country saved your life and gave you the opportunity you would never have had otherwise. Yet what do I do? I bitch. I complain. I whine. I don't vote. I don't change. . .  . . .I'm ignorant to the amazing life that I am privileged to have; the one that you literally almost died to get.    (PS - I'm glad your voice is being heard)  -Dave
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Blind Beauty

Dear Sightless Stroller, Time seemed to stand still as watched you swiftly make your way down the sidewalk, feeling every bump, crack and obstacle with your white and red "eyes" that swung back and forth from side to side. I imagined what you the world must be saying to you as the breeze dances across you skin and the rustling leaves whisper in your ears. Just seeing you, unable to see, made me acutely aware of the beauty that surrounded me: the leaves are turning green, flowers are starting to bloom, the spring breeze that seems to be welcoming in the new season.   Then gone.  The world snapped back to the blur in which I am accustomed; the life of blissful ignorance as I take for granted the beauty that I can only imagine you long to see, if just for a moment. I'd say it's fair to say that your ability to see, I mean 'really' see, is far better than mine.  -Dave
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Don’t Let Assholes Determine Your Worth

Dear Down Trodden Cashier, Stepping out of your comfort zone and trying new things is stressful and scary. Quite honestly, you looked like a deer in headlights that could only say two word: "I'm sorry." You looked frazzled and completely out of your element which showed in your lack of confidence and overly apologetic manner. Pushy customers wanting you to bend the rules because of their own selfishness and ignorance didn't help the situation at all. I know you were just filling while someone was away, but what if you hadn't been? What if this had been your first week in a brand new job that you really wanted to get good at? Too often we forget that we have a role to play in the success of those around us. Too often we push to get our way without considering what our selfishness may be doing to the confidence of those who are serving. We all make mistakes. It's how we learn. Yet our current cutlure doesn't accept any level of failure as an option. We don't care that it's your first day. You'd better be perfect. Don't ever apologize for learning. Don't ever give up because some asshole thinks he is better than you.  -Dave