My sister died from bad water. Acute gastroenteritis. We were supposed to be adopted together. I had 3 sets of legal parents and guardians across two continents. I lived with more families than I can recall. I would have loved to have my sister along for this journey. I miss who she could have become. I am now living by the ocean. I hear salt water is healing... the sea, the sweat, and the tears.
This is my story.
Katie
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Sending a heartfelt hug winging softly southward to you.
No words can make it better. Thoughts are with you though. You are brave to share your pain.
I was very touched by your post and the truth in it.
I'm really sorry for what happened to your sister and hope that other children in the world be saved from this evil.
I live in the country containing the largest watershed in the world and we need to show the world and ourselves the responsibility for this great wealth.
Around here, the consumer education is still early, but through our participation as the Internet, we will one day reach our goal.
best regards
Thank you so much, ladies, for your kind words of support. I wanted to contribute to this year's Blog Action Day dialog. Having lived most of my life in the U.S., I sometimes forget it is a luxury to have clean, running water at the turn of a faucet.
Sorry to hear about your sister. Many of us, including myself, are spoiled and take far too many simple things for granted. Your post certainly is a reminder of that.
Thank you for bringing such a personal touch to this topic. It's one thing to hear statistics on water quality and the affect it has on children, but to hear first hand accounts of survivors, the impact is considerably stronger, even amongst virtual strangers. I'm sorry for your loss, but thank you for sharing it!
Thanks, Joe. I am grateful for what I have now.
Morgan, it is thanks to you that I even heard about Blog Action Day. I worried posting my adoption paper pics would be distasteful (kinda like those middle of the night tv ads that ask you to send 25 cents a day for some forlorn child). In the end, this is my story to share if I want. I'm not selling anything. I do hope people become more aware of the life and daily blessings around them.
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