The night of the 15th was devastating. I had just spent a half an hour writing a new blog entry when all of a sudden my computer went black.
It’s such a helpless feeling, whether you know a plethora about computers or not. It’s how we communicate, do our jobs, pay our bills, and stay up-to-date on the world’s happenings. And being that my lifestyle is always on the move, it’s difficult to find time for repair work.
Though I don’t really live in extreme poverty, I can confidently say I reside in the lower tax bracket. Therefore unexpectedly having to drop 1,800 dollars on a new computer is quite a disheartening experience no matter what my financial position is. The fact of the matter is that two dollars a day would not allow me to make this purchase. Not having a computer means that I can’t efficiently perform my job and not being able to fulfill my duties at the workplace would leave me jobless.
This is something that persons living in poverty are forced to face. When the farmer’s plow breaks his fields can’t properly be tended. This affects the farmer, the people who purchase the farmer’s goods and the purchaser’s family. The whole community suffers when the source suffers.
I’m starting to see how poverty is its own worst enemy. It bruises hope, crushes dreams, and hinders the growth of persons, community, and our world.
I no longer have a camera.
That’s such a strange thing to say.
I no longer have a camera.
I was fortunate to receive a new Nikon D80 for Christmas this year. There are things that I know I don’t deserve, and this was one of them. And though my joy was overwhelming at the time, it ending quite abruptly yesterday night. After we started driving to the next show I noticed that my camera was missing.
To the person that stole my camera, I hope you become a famous photographer. May you be further blessed than I’ve ever dreamed.
4 comments:
Shane.
I am ready each and every post. I love to hear your thoughts and your struggle through this experiment. Odd to think of it as an experiment...that you could actually stop whenever you want. What a luxury.
We are currently writing a paper about poverty for one of our classes. I will email it to you when we are done. I think you will enjoy it.
I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE STOLE YOUR CAMERA. You are very humble about the whole thing...but damn I would be pissed.
I love you. Keep writing.
Dude. I love you. I'm sorry to hear about the camera; keep up everything man.
I'm glad you're trying to stay positive with all of this. You really do inspire me like I told you earlier tonight.
TO THE PERSON WHO STOLE SHANE’S CAMERA – When you become a famous photographer and are blessed beyond your dreams, I trust you will make a large contribution to the “One Campaign” or “Bread for the World” in honor of Shane, a person who strives to make a difference for those in need through great personal sacrifice. -- Mama Haase --
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