| grant b ( @ 2008-05-28 11:31:00 |
another half the sky story
> Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 07:01:56 -0700
> Subject: Half the Sky Earthquake Update - May
> 26-28
> To: "Grant Balfour" <xxxxxxxxxx@xxxxx.xxx>
> From: "Jenny Bowen" <xxxxx@xxxxxxxxxx.xxx>
>
...
> Rebecca Chang grew up in an orphanage in China
> and, with HTS’ Big Sisters
> Program support, went to university. When she
> graduated, we offered her
> an internship in our Beijing office. She has
> now become a field
> supervisor in the Big Sisters Program and is
> helping us now in Sichuan.
> She understands the children of this tragedy
> perhaps better than any of us. She sent us this story:
>
> “The place was so dead when we arrived,
> everything was still, only wind
> was blowing. I saw a boy standing in front of
> the rubble of the school for
> a long time without a blink. I went up to him
> and said hi.
> I asked: which grade were you in?
> He said quietly: Fourth grade.
> I squatted and said: Why are you always
> standing here?
> I saw tears coming up in his eyes. He said: My
> classmates are gone.
> Teacher Gao got injured because of me!
> I didn’t know what I could say that would make
> him feel better. I just
> reached out my hand and held his. His hand was
> cold, so cold. When I was
> about to leave, I was trying to hold back my
> tears and asked: What do you
> want to do the most now?
> He lowered his head and answered in a shaking
> voice,‘I want to go to
> school, but my school is not here any more.’”
>

> Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 07:01:56 -0700
> Subject: Half the Sky Earthquake Update - May
> 26-28
> To: "Grant Balfour" <xxxxxxxxxx@xxxxx.xxx>
> From: "Jenny Bowen" <xxxxx@xxxxxxxxxx.xxx>
>
...
> Rebecca Chang grew up in an orphanage in China
> and, with HTS’ Big Sisters
> Program support, went to university. When she
> graduated, we offered her
> an internship in our Beijing office. She has
> now become a field
> supervisor in the Big Sisters Program and is
> helping us now in Sichuan.
> She understands the children of this tragedy
> perhaps better than any of us. She sent us this story:
>
> “The place was so dead when we arrived,
> everything was still, only wind
> was blowing. I saw a boy standing in front of
> the rubble of the school for
> a long time without a blink. I went up to him
> and said hi.
> I asked: which grade were you in?
> He said quietly: Fourth grade.
> I squatted and said: Why are you always
> standing here?
> I saw tears coming up in his eyes. He said: My
> classmates are gone.
> Teacher Gao got injured because of me!
> I didn’t know what I could say that would make
> him feel better. I just
> reached out my hand and held his. His hand was
> cold, so cold. When I was
> about to leave, I was trying to hold back my
> tears and asked: What do you
> want to do the most now?
> He lowered his head and answered in a shaking
> voice,‘I want to go to
> school, but my school is not here any more.’”
>
