Savings save street kids
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,