By Lisa J Shannon, Zainab Salbi
She created a beginning referred to as Run for Congo girls, with the objective to elevate funds to sponsor 30 Congolese girls. What began as a solo 30-mile run has now grown right into a nationwide association in reference to ladies for ladies overseas. Run for Congo girls holds fundraising runs in 4 nations and ten states, and maintains to elevate funds and know-how. In A Thousand Sisters, Lisa stocks firsthand debts of her stories traveling the Congo, the ladies she’s helped, and the relationships she’s shaped. With compelling tales of why she continues to be dedicated to this reason, Lisa evokes her viewers to arrive out and support in addition, forming a sisterhood that transcends geographic boundaries.
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After my solo run, I started getting random emails from people who want to get involved. I ran the numbers and landed on a new goal: a million dollars, which will pay for three thousand sponsorships. That’s just a hundred runners (or walkers, swimmers, cyclists, bakers, or whatever) raising money for thirty sponsorships each. Or three hundred people raising money for ten sponsorships each. Or a thousand people, three sponsorships each. My mom has appointed herself my full-time assistant. Sounds like a dream come true, but the mother-daughter dynamics are a challenge.
Dear Sister, We are doing well here in Bukavu. I was very happy to get your letter and to realize that there is someone caring for me so that I can go on living. As I am handicapped of one of my legs, God arranged it in such a way that you can do what I could not do for my family. May God Bless you for that. In 2005, robbers dropped in at night in our home and killed my husband and cut off my leg. They also killed one of my children and burnt my house. Here in Bukavu, I am an internally displaced person.
Like so many other men, he judged himself through the lens of status. In his mind, a couple of rental investment properties didn’t cut it. I, on the other hand, have never had trouble making money. But now that Dad is gone, I find it hard to remember what the goal is supposed to be. This? Ted and I designed our home as a background for photo shoots: white-on-white-on-white décor, accented with bold doses of nothing. It’s the kind of purity you can purchase on a long afternoon at IKEA—perfectly generic.