I Represent Victim # 26,936

It's easy to forget how lucky we all are. I mean, everything is relative so its easy to get stuck in your own head and lament the things that haevn't gone your way - both emotionally and in the material realm.

When I was a kid, I knew we were broke but I didn't think we were poor. We did live below the poverty level but there were kids I knew much worse off than I was. When the electricity would get turned off, Mom would remind us that there were people in the world, in our country, in my city that didn't even have homes. If they turned off the gas, we'd all huddle in the livingroom in front of the fireplace and pretend we were camping. Compared to the doorless shacks I saw people living in in Antigua, I knew I was really lucky or the family of 7 with a single Mom around the corner, for that matter.

This doesn't mean I didn't whine for an entire year about being the only girl at school who didn't have a pair of Jordache jeans.

I guess my point is it is always good to keep in mind that when something goes wrong or your situation seems dire, there is always someone out there that has it worse.

And in the case of Darfur - worse on a level we can barely begin to imagine.

Please take a moment or two to fill in one of these forms and send your support and/or money to


Darfur genocide.org
Save Darfur.org
Human Rights Watch
International Rescue Committee
Amnesty International


If you find yourself feeling apathetic or like you're only one small voice, please look at these photos.

We are all just random cells clumped together and should look out for each other, dammit... By the luck of the draw I was born here and I'm thankful for that.