The Gift of Sight

  • October 6, 2010
  • Starr Million Baker

When I was in third grade I played softball. I was the catcher, and I couldn’t catch a thing. My father, mortified at my inability to be a baller, thought surely I must just need glasses. And I did! I remember walking out of the store with my new glasses and I couldn’t believe that trees didn’t have clouds of green stuff at the tops of them, but rather individual leaves. I still couldn’t catch a ball – and I remain one of the least graceful people I know – but I can see, by the grace of some very thick glasses (or very innocuous contacts, depending on when you catch me).

Sight is one of those things most of us take for granted.¬†Folks in Africa, well, not so much. When making a choice of necessity between food or frames, the belly wins out. It bothers me that anyone has to make that choice so at INK we’re doing our part to take the choice out of the matter. Over the next month, we’re gathering up our old glasses and sending them to Africa. Inspired by the story of Terry Nichols and a group of kids in Kansas taking part in the SHARE program, we encourage you to do the same – SHARE, and give the gift of sight.

To take part, leave a comment here with your email address and I’ll get in touch re mailing instructions (sending to Kansas, not Africa, so shouldn’t be cost prohibitive). Deadline for donations is November 1. Thanks.

Show us your glasses! My daughter, Georgia, plays with her daddy's.

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