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Finding Hope

Watched The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind to catch a break from the scary situation we are dealing with these days. J will be traveling back home mid next week and I will be on edge until she is physically with me. Such a beautifully made movie and what an inspiring story. Was the perfect way to escape from the uncertainties we are facing. It is about a boy who liked to tinker and create things that helped his struggling community, the transforming power of education to those who are able to extract value from it. 

When you are concerned about when you will eat the one meal you can eat each day so the rest of family may survive, thinking big is already a miraculous achievement. Being able to persist and execute on it even more so. I found this story that brought hope in difficult times. Yes, the grocery aisles are bare and there is a waiting period of over three weeks for toilet paper if I wanted to buy online - small miseries compared to what millions of people around the world face every day with no end in sight. They survive, thrive and sometimes a boy like William Kamkwamba even harnesses the wind. 

Amidst the feeling of powerlessness about our destiny these days, not knowing what the next day or the hour will bring, it was particularly calming to see a young kid decide to challenge the status quo and bring change - would have been much easier to resign to the circumstances. Maybe there is a lesson there for the extraordinary challenges we are facing lately. 

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