darryl Youzefowich via Crowdrise
September 05, 2010
My wife told me that many of their parents were somewhat uneducated, and the neighborhood was rough, very rough. Many of the kids had siblings in jail or even their parents. I drove through the neighborhood that day, and to my surprise there were people there that needed medical attention. I saw one lady that needed to be taken to the doctor for surgery. How did the kids survive I wondered?
They were part of a minority in the city and country, they had the attention of the authorities, but not necessarily were they loved. The kids were adorable, but their future did not look so bright. I felt the need for them to believe in something. I saw such innocent eyes, such spirit already starting to be crushed by indifference, beautiful spirits that were unforgettable and completly able to move the mountain in my soul. I kept racking my brains, what could an English teacher like me do? Then I remembered there was no library in their school, no money in the school budget I was told. I said to my wife, there needs to be a library, all kids need a library to browse through, remembering my time as a volunteer in my school library when I was in elementary school.
My wife is a teacher in a public school in Izmir, Turkey and she teaches in a poor district. The kids have no library, no real books to help them with their reading, and they are among the poorest in the city. No one really cares too much for these kids, not their parents concerned over survival, and not even the educators in their district. Help them out, let's raise the bar in this neighbourhood and build a real library for their school. Kids need a library. Period.