Comments on: The Social Cause Diet: Submit Your Sponsorship Story

By: D. Kernan

D. Kernan — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:37:53 +0000

I was very moved when I recieved the very first letter from my sponsored child, Feren. In my first letter to her I signed it using just my first name. I was 24 at the time so it didn’t occure to me to put my name as Mrs or Ms. Even now at 26 I do not like to be called Mrs or Ms. I didn’t think that Feren may feel wierd addressing me so informally. However, when she wrote back she wrote, “I do not feel comfortable call you just by your first name, can I call you ‘sister?’ ” However, she could not have known what a profound effect that question had on me. My own sister does not know me, she is 20 years older than me, and is my half-sister. I never grew up with her, and have really only seen seen her a few times as she has always avioded me. I am my mother’s only child. I grew up an only child, and even now I would give anything to have a sibling. Knowing I have a sister out there, knowing she has always lived not far from me, wanting so bad to have a relationship with her, and knowing she despises me (for reasons beyond my control)has left a giant hole inside me. When I read Feren’s innocent little question, I wept. I will always miss the half-sister I’ll never know, but now the hole inside me isn’t so big. Feren is my sister in Christ and we have a bond that I could have never felt without her. It is a bond that I don’t think I would have had with my own sister. And knowing what I do now, it was well worth waiting for Feren to come into my life.

By: R.Parks

R.Parks — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 21:45:04 +0000

About 5 or 6 years ago my sister talked me into attending a Worldview Weekend Conference. There was a commercial, of sorts, by Dr. Stafford. He talked about how in Haiti they don’t even name their children before the age of 5 because most of the time they don’t live and it is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. During the break, I made my way to the Compassion table. I knew I had to find a child from Haiti and that was Limat. She was just 6 and stood there with a look that dared you to love her. And I did. I sent and received 1 letter. Then came the news. There had been a storm. Not a hurricane, just a storm. But her village was flooded and she was washed away. Who could imagine such a thing? Several of her family was lost but not all. I still cry when I look at her but I know that one day I will see her sweet face in Heaven. Then came Jasmithe, and because of a mix-up, Sabrina and now Sherin in India. And God continues to bless me even more. The agency I work for advocates for individuals with disabilities. I realize I can’t “save the world” but knowing I can make a difference in someone’s life, to help make things better…it’s almost as good as working for Compassion, huh?

By: Marci in MO

Marci in MO — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:54:46 +0000

Thanks Chris!

By: Compassiondave

Compassiondave — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 17:05:25 +0000

Hmm, I must have something laying around here…

By: Chris Giovagnoni

Chris Giovagnoni — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 16:57:06 +0000

@Marci in MO - It's November 29, 2009

By: Marci in MO

Marci in MO — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 01:12:01 +0000

Do you have a deadline for our stories to get to you?

By: Sarah Charles

Sarah Charles — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 17:21:52 +0000

I love this! I will look for your books!

By: Michael

Michael — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:32:04 +0000

I’m not a good writer, but I will try.

By: Mike Stephens

Mike Stephens — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 15:31:36 +0000

thanks for sharing Gail! My Compassion story is ongoing I have been sponsoring for almost 3 years and continue to be amazed by all the stories I hear and people I meet. Just yesterday I was walking past an older man and I had a bag that says Compassion on it and he got my attention and said he worked for Compassion for 31 years and I said what did you do and he explained that they used punch cards for things. He said he worked at the office in Chicago, Illinois and then the office moved to Colorado in 1980 or so. He said his name was Jim Floyde with an “E”. I told him I recently went to the Philippines with Compassion and he said he was a missionary in the Philippines for a while. So I thought that was neat.