Let me tell you about my goat.
I bought a goat, but she isn’t a pet in the strictest sense of the word. I don’t actually keep it here in the apartment – I’m thinking she would be kinda messy to clean up after, and I already have a dachshund to clean up after.
Last year I bought a goat because I was so rich.
I lived in my family’s home (with my grandmother, mother and aunt) because I couldn’t afford to pay rent on an apartment of my own. My daughter and I slept in a borrow bed, under borrowed blankets and our heads rested on pillows that were lent to me. I didn’t buy the latest fashions, rather I went to the warehouse sales that my favourite store had once a season and bought up end of season clothing. My mother often helped me buy clothes for Bronwen. I didn’t own a car, but my mother let me drive hers around. With no credit card to my name, there was no high speed internet and I shared the cable television with my aunt. I lived on less than $700 a fortnight and often I had to make do.
And I was rich.
Richer than the mother, who, despite working all day selling oranges cannot afford to send her children to school in Africa.
Richer than the Thai and Cambodian women who allow their husbands to sell girl children to sex traders, because girl children are worthless and a drain on the family budget.
Richer than the young girls caught up in the gang warfare in their local towns in Central America, who are tattooed with the gang emblems on their faces to ‘mark’ them as sexual property of the men (as young as seven years old) in the gang.
I, living a life of what would be considered poverty by many judging by Western standards was rich. And I decided that I should share my wealth, so I bought a goat from World Vision.
She cost me $40, which is a pretty good deal. Depending upon where you are in the world, it will cost you
Australia $39 , Canada $100 , USA $75 or UK £18
I made a small sacrifice in not buying a shirt that I would have liked to have owned, but, having concluded that I owned a great deal of clean shirts already, going without another one was a really easy sacrifice.
I don’t know where in the world my goat is right now. I think that she is probably old enough to have had some kids of her own, so I know she is providing milk for the family that are caring for her. I don’t know what they named her, but I call her Courtney the Goat in my prayers. I pray for her all the time. I pray that the family (and the goat) is in good health, that they can send their children to school; that there is a brighter future for the family that look after her.
What would you have to sacrifice for one month to buy a goat?
How quickly could you get the money together if you gave up your morning cup of coffee from fancy chains like Starbucks or Second Cup? How much faster if you gave up your coffee and donut from Tim Horton’s?
Would you be willing to go without a couple of new books, DVD’s, CD’s or a computer game to buy a goat?
What about giving up some take away meals – share the fun of small sacrifices with the children in your life and make it part of their learning?
What would you be willing to make a small sacrifice of to gain a better life for someone else?
Are you willing to take on this challenge? I’ve done the price comparisons for you already, and if I might be so very Kinda Sassy, might I say that if you have a credit card, I highly recommend going to the Australian website and buying your goat – with the $AUS compared to the $CAN, $US or £UK buying a goat there is a real bargain!
Share with me your little sacrifices over the coming month and tell me what you name your goat.