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Jan 07, 2007 10:45

I think about it every single day. 
Not one day goes by where it does not cross my mind.
I don't know when it started, but I must have realized it sometime.
My dad told me that it isn't what I think it is, that it is no vacation.
My sister asked me why I would ever want to do that.

Pain.
Children left orphans by AIDS.
Genocide.
Hunger.
Africa.

For once in my life I want to help someone in a big way. 
If it means putting luxuries, wants and even my life on the line, so be it.
I want nothing more  than to help these people.
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