Letter to the "Third World" Child

Dearest child,

I write this to you today because I want you to know that you are thought of. Your days are long and hard and your nights are often restless. You are hungry, and do not have adequate food or water supply. You are weak and tired, because you have no bed to sleep on. Your state of living makes you weary, and you wonder daily if anyone knows how things are for you. You wonder if anyone cares. I want you to know that there are people in this world that do. I am constantly thinking of you, the children that go needy, living in the so-called "third-world." You are loved, and your suffering is known. Just because no one acts, does not mean no one knows.

The way I see it, there are two problems that contribute to your suffering. First, people in the "first-world" either know of your struggles and choose not to act on your behalf, or they sincerely are ignorant to the state you are living in. Neither is any better than the other, but it is such a destructive fact for you, and I hate it. Secondly, the problem lies in that I believe many people in your world (I hate talking like this, we are all one world!) have never felt the love that I have felt. This love I speak of is not from a significant other, or a friend. It is not the love from a brother or sister, though it is similar to the love a father or mother has for their child. It is the love of the Lord, and his love is grand.

I want you to know, dearest child, that help is on the way. I, personally, will be there as soon as I can. It kills me a little each day knowing that you are going without aid, and even some of your fellow children die, as the world goes on with their lives, completely ignorant to it all. I wish I could be there sooner. I wish I could be there now. But right now, I am taking the next two years to finish school. Besides a degree in nursing, I am trying to equip with myself with the things I will need to be the most help I can be to you. I am training to become a nurse because you and your family and friends need help. Your conditions are poor, and it is no fault of your own, but I will be there soon to help you back to health in any way I can. I am also harnessing my writing ability. I hope that by doing this, I can attack the head of the first problem I mentioned earlier. By honing my writing skills, I can document your life and struggle and make it known to the people of the "first-world", in the hopes that they will act as well. Lastly, I am finding out more and more about myself and the faith I have in the Lord each day. My relationship with the Lord is strong, and I will bring His love with me when I come. I will show you his love through something you are not familiar with, sadly. By example. I will show you His love in my actions, and smother you in His love.

I am sorry I cannot be there sooner. Two more years. I promise you, just two more years. Allow me to make myself stronger for you. Allow me time to make myself a vessel for His love to travel upon. Stay strong, child, and know that the Lord loves you. You are His child, and he is watching over you.

Sincerely,

Nikko