I, and Hope For The Silent Voices seemingly sprang to life as a result of the tsunami that took place on December 26, 2004 in Southeast Asia. Having had the great privilege to respond to the crisis both in Sri Lanka and in Thailand, I was able to witness firsthand tremendous desperation, poverty and ultimately injustices being endured by countless throughout Asia.
Not wanting to return to the same patterns of life that I knew prior to that trip I resolved to work to making a lasting difference in the lives of those I met but also in the lives of those suffering whom I had yet to meet or may never meet. It was early on during my first trip when I realized the depths to which most people dream doesn’t come close to approaching all that many of us have and take for granted. Now that I had seen I felt I was responsible. My nights were filled with the memories of things I could not comprehend and my days became occupied with the visions of the precious children and images I could not force from my mind. It was as if I had adopted countless children and they were tugging on my heartstrings with a message my sheltered mind was trying to decipher.
I cannot claim to have lived my life as a saint but I did realize that as long as I still had breath then there must be a master plan continuing to unfold. And if I may borrow from the 12th step concept used by recovery groups; now, having had a spiritual awakening as a result of things encountered in the cleanup and recovery efforts, it became ingrained in me to carry these visions and realities forward into the lives of those equipped to make a difference. The goal is to effect life-giving change and give a voice to the severely neglected, disadvantaged, abused and those discarded by their family, culture or society globally.