The Note...

To my friends on facebook:

One Day Without Shoes!

onedaywithoutshoes.com
odws event page on facebook
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Our TOMS club at school is huge. It seems like every other person has a pair to me. And I think it's justifiable that one of the 'cool teachers' runs it. So can you go a day without your favorite pair? The ones that you probably seem to look at a lot, and wear even more, if you're like me.

Thinking of the horrors of stepping on gum?
Or going to the bathroom barefoot?
Or getting stepped on?
Or ridding the bus without shoes?

O.o

I thought about that, too.
But then, I thought through it some more.
This is what I thought:

Who cares? There are other human beings, some other skinny, curious, imaginative, 18 year old girls out there that don't have any shoes. There might be a girl our there, just like me. Except she doesn't have any shoes. Oh, I'm beginning to sound like a commercial... Moving on....

AND there are so many places our feet could be, that are much worse. I know that leaving your shoes at home (or leaving them in your backpack) doesn't help anyone. It won't put any African kid in a pair of shoes, it won't give North Koreans food. It will probably make a lot of people think that you're weird.

But it WILL help you know what it's like to not have shoes. At least after this event, you can return to school with proper footwear. People all across the world don't get that. So, it's the human thing, the human element, that I think is the point.

Not only awareness of how freakin' LUCKY we are just to have our own dwelling, clothing in our rooms, some food in a kitchen that's a couple steps away. I think often, we are all so wrapped up in our country's government problems, each other's problems, and ourselves, that we don't often realize the struggles unseen in another country. [Even as I think, I'm amending, adding that there is plenty of poverty right here in the good ol' usa, not just in other countries. It has a terrible way of remaining unseen usually; When found it tends to show only the dull, pitiful bits of a homeless man and his dog - and I have a uhm, weakness for aminals, as many of you know.]

What's the chance that I could have been born somewhere else, I wonder.

Anywho, if you've read all that, thanks :) I think this really should have gone in my blog, but I wanted to tag people and have people go along. Don choo leave me all aloney on thursday, mkay?