Where you live shouldn't determine whether you live

Last night, as I was snuggling into bed I was scrolling through my Facebook feed on the Crackberry one last time before slumber. I noted that a couple different friends had posted something about Joseph Kony, a very bad, bad man.

Ever heard of Invisible Children? Essentially, it's a movement to stop the kidnapping, forcing into soldierhood and sex slavery and robbing children of their life in Uganda and other African countries. The entire nasty biz is being led by Joseph Kony.

Watch this. It's long but worth every single second. So grab a cup of tea, settle in and take a gander...

KONY 2012 from INVISIBLE CHILDREN on Vimeo.

I never voice my political/social views and passions here, but this is worth getting on the soap box for. You and I were very privileged to be born where we were. While our lives and families were not without their problems or struggles, I think it's safe to say that we had(have) love, a home, food, education, money, friends and safety in some capacity. So much so, that we never thought twice about it. I don't want us to feel guilty, but to think twice about it and be thankful with every fiber of our being.... and to take it a step further because we are so privileged. Don't just think about it, DO SOMETHING. Spread the word. Share the video on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, your own blogs. Spam the hell out of your friends and family with it. Talk about it. Get on the Invisible Children site and make a pledge. Shop the IC store. Write to your senators. Blanket your city on April 20th. I'm going to. Join me.

One tribe, y'all. ONE TRIBE.

xoxo
J