Four years ago I started a movement. My intention began as a yearning to reach the people of Haiti after the devastating earthquake of 2010. I could feel the pain in the eyes and in the tears of the men, women, and children who had lost everything. My heart went out to each of them. Though I gave knowing that money was important to the relief efforts, I wanted to give more than just a monetary gift. I wanted to give a gift from the heart. I wanted to let them know that I cared. I wanted to let them know that I could feel their pain. I wanted to lift their spirits. I wanted to send each of them a letter signed- with love!
Knowing that there was no mail service available, I held a wild vision of me organizing a movement of people walking up to a huge truck filled with letters written by perfect strangers. One by one I could see people from the ravaged neighborhoods walking up to the truck and randomly picking out their perfect letter. They would read them, feel the sincerity in the voices of the those who had written them, and walk away with an uplifting and encouraging message. Unfortunately, my wild vision became larger than life and fear crept in to also remind me that I could not speak or write French. Things got blurry, I talked myself out of it, and I woke up from the dream.
But, by the end of the following year, 2011, the movement of love continued to stir in me. As the holidays approached, I felt a similar yearning. Except this time I reached out. I was inspired by a quote from Joan Chittister with the Charter for Compassion Trailer:
"We are living in a period of commercial globalization. What we really need is spiritual globalization.”
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