While my first graders were singing in their concert about saving the earth, a ripple went through the audience that the little boy that was kidnapped from my school last week was found and at home with his parents. Five days after he was taken, he is now home where he is supposed to be.
I don’t know how to describe the cloud that has been lifted from our school and community. It is overwhelming and amazing. As a little girl in my class said, “I have tears of joy in my heart thinking about him!”
I’m a bit of a pessimist (I prefer “realist”) but this day is always going to remind me of things turning out okay, even if they seem so far away at the time.
Thanks to all of you around the world that said a prayer for him. I know it made a difference.
Here is a link from one of the local papers if you want to read about it further:
As we have traveled throughout Southeast Asia, there are a few truths that we have discovered that are universal to all.
One of those truths is that parents love their children more than words could describe.
No matter how much money they have.
No matter what their skin color is.
No matter what religion they practice.
Parents love their children with a primal instinct that cannot be matched that crosses all cultures and societies.
Today, as children in Kuala Lumpur were getting ready for school and children in Atlanta, Georgia were getting ready for bed, a 12 year old boy that goes to my school was walking to school and kidnapped. Steps away from school, he was kidnapped and hasn’t been heard from since.
This evening, I was trying to edit our final post about Vietnam and I just couldn’t because it just seemed so stupid and unimportant. Things that were at the center of my world, fluttered to the ground like scraps of paper, trivial amounts of stupidness.
Because all I could think about was this boy and his family. I think about a family I’ve never even met. A family that doesn’t come from where I come from, but I know that his parents love him more than anything in the world, just like my parents love me and I will someday love my children.
So in KL tonight, we do what we can. We pass out flyers, create webpages, and hold vigils. Our community is a small, close one that is filled with friends that often substitute for family in a far away country. We all go to sleep tonight hoping and praying that when we wake up in the morning, we will hear good news and will be able to breathe again.
Tonight where ever you are in the world dear readers, hug your children a little tighter before bed and say a prayer for this little boy and his family in hopes of a safe and quick return to where he is supposed to be.