Sometimes it all seems a bit hopeless. In one small valley, in one province of one small developing country, children play in the dust without wiping the snot from their noses.
A scene repeated all over the world. The shining goals of education, healthcare and human rights, sparkle a little less brightly when seen from inside of a cinder block, windowless home, buzzed by dengue carrying mosquitoes, where the little cash you might earn from selling an excess crop goes on topping up a 1990’s mobile phone, or buying antiseptic cream to hopefully stop the infected cut becoming an amputation.
But that’s not a reason to stop trying.
