Introducing our recently appointed Program Executive, Christine Pothier. Raised in small town Northern Ontario, Christine has been living in Ottawa for 15 + years. Her interest in international development led her to spend the better part of a year in Southeast Asia, where she traveled, worked, and conducted archival research. She now splits her time between her career as a public service, her young family and her volunteer work.
I am a person inclined to be introspective. Every so often, as I enjoy simple, beautiful moments in life, I’ll recognize how fortunate I am. While I sit at a coffee shop reading a book, chatting with a friend, or updating my blog, another woman is hunched over a sewing machine, working in horrid conditions for a sweatshop owner. While I share views and opinions over a glass of wine with my husband, another woman suffers the physical and emotional blows of her own husband or boyfriend. While I travel freely from country to country, another woman’s travels are limited to a route between her hut and a dirty well.
Since becoming a mom, I sometimes look at my girls and think what ridiculous lives they lead. While they run carelessly through the playground, another child attempts to do the same only to step on a landmine. While my daughters have yet to understand the concept of monetary exchange, someone else’s daughter is forced to sell her services, whether physical or sexual. While they sleep soundly and safely at night, other children are awakened by the sounds of artillery. And while I watch them play, eat and sleep, another mother watches her child die of starvation.
Biology is the only reason why I’m here and not there. Recognition in this simple fact is why I hold myself responsible for my good fortune by working to make a small difference, as small as it may be. It’s why I accepted to play a greater role in TCP. Helping a group of kids gain access to education, thereby enabling their climb out of a cycle of poverty is the least I can do.
It’s easy not to think about what happens in other parts of the world. The media doesn’t report on it, few people discuss it, and our government doesn’t play a heavy role. And what difference does it make anyway? Does it really matter that a few children have access to school? Does it change anything in the grand scheme of things for a few children to get new books, new uniforms, or new shoes?
I can’t speak to the grand scheme of things but I can speak to my own scheme. I don’t have to fight for my girls to access education. They will never have to hustle tourists as a way to put food in their mouth. They will never lie scared and helpless in the street at night, fearing for their safety. The debt of gratitude I owe for this translates itself into leading TCP’s efforts in Kisumu Kenya. It also translates itself into raising my girls to be well aware of these efforts so they’ll in turn do the same. After all, biology is the only reason why we’re here and not there.