Sav­ings save street kids

Friday - - News - Karen Pasquali Jones Edi­tor kpasqual­i­

As a child I used to love sav­ing money. My mother had opened a spe­cial ac­count each for my lit­tle brother and me, and I would look at the sav­ings book, watch­ing the pen­nies mount up.

No amount was too small for me. If some­one gave me £1 (Dh5.80) I’d in­sist on be­ing taken to the bank so I could hand it over the counter and watch my book be­ing stamped. Ev­ery birth­day and spe­cial event I’d hope to get money in­stead of toys so I could save it. The rest of the time I looked af­ter an­i­mals at my fam­ily’s farm – hand-rear­ing or­phaned or weak lambs and kids, and hatch­ing out chicks. I loved all my pets and never com­plained about get­ting up early to feed them or go­ing out in all weather to check on them.

And then one day I came home from school and my mother handed me my sav­ings book. There was so much money in my ac­count I blinked. “Where did that come from?” I asked. Then I no­ticed how quiet it was – there was no bleat­ing, no stray feath­ers... Be­fore my mother even an­swered I re­alised what had hap­pened – my an­i­mals had been taken to mar­ket to be slaugh­tered for food. I be­came an in­stant veg­e­tar­ian and gave my meat-eat­ing brother that money, but I never stopped sav­ing.

On page 20 we have a story about an in­spi­ra­tional bank that is run by street chil­dren for street chil­dren. Let me know what you think of that and the rest of the is­sue,

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