
The Miracle of $300
By Yuni C., Portland, OR
My first encounter with the Invisible Children was a coincidence. I saw the film about children in Uganda who were abducted and trained as soldiers. I was completely horrified as I watched these innocent children talk about their traumatic experiences of murder and the fear of being killed. The last words of the Ugandan children lingered in my mind: "Please don't forget about us." Those words continued to ring in my head weeks later.
I was filled with disconcerting questions that lacked answers. Who grants the right for just a select group of people to lead prosperous lives? How can we laugh and smile while others suffer in this world? As if I had removed a protective colored lens from my eyes, I started to notice the darker shades of the world. I knew that I had to do something to help.
I showed the movie to two of my friends who I thought would help me start a club at my high school to raise awareness and funds for these children in Uganda. Knowing that our club needed secondary support, I contacted the Invisible Children Organization, a charity launched by the filmmakers. I signed my school up for their national tour to stop at our school.



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