Our Boy

Yesterday I met the boy we sponsor through Compassion.  All this time we thought his name was Mukanga Dissan, but it turns out that Dissan is actually his first name. 

We all met at a well-known Chinese food restaurant (yes, I came to Africa to eat Chinese food), and the Compassion workers brought in the children.  Dissan looked a little nervous, until I approached him.  He saw the soccer ball I was carrying for him, and his face broke into a smile so big it could light up this hemisphere.  He couldn’t even bring himself to put down the soccer ball for the first 30 minutes.

 

We sat down to eat, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.  This was not only his first visit to the city, it was his first time to eat at a restaurant.  He’s nine years old. 

We began to go through the backpack full of goodies I brought from home.  His eyes nearly came out of his head.  He couldn’t believe the clothes (they were a perfect fit) and his mouth hung open at the $1 solar-powered calculator.  He must have said “thank you” to me a thousand times.

The Compassion worker from his project in the village made the four-hour drive with him, and she served as our interpreter.  She and Dissan together told me his story.

He lives in the village, in a mud hut.  Both his parents died last year, and the relative he was sent to live with is very sick.  So is his six-year-old brother (Dissan is healthy).  Because it has rained so much in Uganda the last few months, the front wall of their hut has washed away.

This boy, this precious boy with the golden smile, does not have parents, and he does not even have four walls. 

He could not believe the constant flow of food brought out to us (it was served in courses).  He devoured everything in front of him, including four egg rolls and two bottles of soda (he was amazed that the waiter brought him a second one). 

After  lunch, we kicked around the soccer ball in the yard of the restaurant—the boy has a wicked strong kick.  I showed him a picture of my children and he asked me when he could meet them. 

Parting was terribly hard, especially now that I’ve seen mud huts in the villages and I know what he’s returning to.  The interpreter helped me tell him that I love him, and that my family prays for him every night.

He told me that he’s praying for us too.  Imagine.

I told him that I promised we would continue to sponsor him through Compassion as long as he needs us, until he’s an adult.  I gave him a long momma hug, which he eagerly returned.  I whispered in his ear the blessing I say over my own kids before they get on the bus each morning:  May the Lord bless you and keep you, may He make His face to shine upon you, may He be gracious unto you and grant you His peace.

And when he was gone, I hid my face in Sophie’s shoulder and wept. 

When you sponsor a Compassion child, it is not a “symbolic” sponsorship.  Your money is not going into some generic slush fund and doled out to a random group of children.  There is only one Dissan, and he is ours.  If we didn’t sponsor him, he wouldn’t have a sponsor unless someone else signed up.  If you’re a child sponsor, and you want to visit your child in his home country, then they will arrange it. 

Because there’s only one of you, and there’s only one of them. 

Have you been reading the blog posts this week?  Have you been thinking about sponsoring a child?  Somewhere, right now, in a slum in Uganda or a shack in Ecuador or a mud hut in Rwanda, there is a child whose life could be radically, completely altered by your willingness to make the tiniest sacrifice. 

Please, just take one of these kids into your heart.  They won’t be the only ones whose lives are changed.  You won’t ever be the same, either.

Comments

[Hazel]

Response back to Rick
I don't know whether Compassion insists on sponsors being Christian but I would doubt it. Sponsorship is sponsorship -- it's your love that's needed and your money as a result of that love and wanting to help.

[Laura]

Your post was beautiful and humbling. Thank you for sharing this part of your life with the world. I truly believe in the phrase "It's takes a Village to raise a child". Hopefully together, we can all come together as a village and raise these children's spirits and give them hope. Your journey has been amazing and because of such, my husband and I have gladly welcomed (sponsored) 4 year old Muvunyi Adolphe. Country, Rwanda. It's only been since Feb 15th, but we pray and think of him often. Thank you to you and the other bloggers for connecting us to him.

[Heth]

Oh Shannon. Beautiful, just beautiful. You have truly touched me through this post. I may be planning a trip to India to meet up with out child. I'm am so glad you were able to meet up with Dissan.

[Lotta]

What a heart! And I mean both of you!

[Canuck Mom]

Thank you Shannon! Thank you, for making me realize what is important. Thank you for making this trip and bringing this all back to us. The video on youtube did me in. I have wanted to sponsor a child for so long but being a SAHM I have no income. I have brought the subject to my husband before and he was not willing to sponsor at that time. I am going to show him your post and video and if that still doesn't change his mind I will come up with the money somehow. Thank you again.

[Rebecca]

Shannon, your post here along with so many of the others that I've read has broken my heart, made me cry many tears and finally shown me that my family needs to sponsor a child just as much as that child needs a sponsor. If you don't mind, I've posted a link on my blog to this post along with the video of you meeting Dissan. Pictures really do mean a thousand words. Thank you.

[Silvana]

What a blessing that you were able to meet Dissan! You get to see first hand that your dollars are at work and that they mean something to a sweet boy like Dissan. I'm in, how can I not sponsor a child after a story like this? Thank you for sharing this wonderful experience with us. I love how God has used you through your blog to bring all of this to us. Thank you again!
Silvana

[Karen - Little Fun; Little Learning]

Oh my goodness! We are so blessed!!!!!!! My husband and I have had a hard time deciding which child to adopt. It is such a hard decision. We'll just have to pray about it and make the decision this week! I wish I was rich like Oprah so that I could support ALL of the children!

[Queenie Bee]

wow. You've touched my heart more than any church sermon ever has...and I've been in church my entire life! :-) Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing your trip, your photos, and most importantly, these precious, precious children. It truly is a testimony to how we westerners live and just how much STUFF we could do without.

[Diana]

That post brought me to tears. Thank you for sharing that. And what an awesome gift to get to meet your sponsor child. :) You definitely reminded me of how much I have to offer a child in a foreign land. I will talk to my husband tomorrow about sponsoring a child. God Bless You for doing this.

[Cari]

wow, bless your heart, and your willingness to pour yourselves into this little boy. And welcome home