Hunger comes in many colors

It is true that once one becomes a humanitarian, you lose your sense of loyalty to man's divisions.  You begin to see people as people.  Of late, I have been emerging into something new, different and wonderful.  Something in my life has stretched me far beyond where I ever thought that I would go.  It has caused me to see things so differently.  It has caused me to see things as they are.  Once upon a time, I used to believe in causes that went no further than my own church, my own family or myself.  My world was as small as a fishbowl and hunger only had one color.  As I have been stretched by my place of employment to see disadvantage, hunger, cold, and illiterate in what ever color shows up on your front porch, I have become a humanitarian.  I am not the champion for the black person.  I am the champion for the down trodden and those denied the basics of living.  I challenge you to begin to see beyond yourself and into a bright world that needs another King, another Ghandi, and another Mother Theresa.