When I think of hunger, a face comes to mind.
Pinched cheeks. A painfully thin body. No way to correlate her size with her age. A disposition that could swing from heartbreaking eagerness to disconsolate sobbing in a split second.
Hunger has a name. It's Tania, and I saw her the other day in Ecuador.
On the rare occasions her alcoholic father shows up at home, the family cowers in fear. Mom is sick; she considers her own life to be beyond help, and she desperately hopes for something better for her children. Some days they don't eat at all.
You've probably already received a letter from our president, Jim Cook, explaining to you about our Lifeline Food Appeal.
For the sake of many children like Tania, please read it.
Note: If for some reason you didn't receive Jim's letter and you'd like to help feed a child like Tania, please visit our website. Thanks.
Pinched cheeks. A painfully thin body. No way to correlate her size with her age. A disposition that could swing from heartbreaking eagerness to disconsolate sobbing in a split second.
Hunger has a name. It's Tania, and I saw her the other day in Ecuador.
On the rare occasions her alcoholic father shows up at home, the family cowers in fear. Mom is sick; she considers her own life to be beyond help, and she desperately hopes for something better for her children. Some days they don't eat at all.
You've probably already received a letter from our president, Jim Cook, explaining to you about our Lifeline Food Appeal.
For the sake of many children like Tania, please read it.
Note: If for some reason you didn't receive Jim's letter and you'd like to help feed a child like Tania, please visit our website. Thanks.
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