Okay. Why is it that every charitable asshole has to head straight-the-f*ck to Africa to get his or her giving on?
Like, dude, your next door neighbor verbally abuses his kids. There’s vets on the street corner, starvin’. Girls are getting raped. Everyone’s drug addicted. We’re droppin’ like flies to cancer. Bullying takes in place in every school, in every city, in every state, right here in our own country. Suicide is out of control.
But hey: let’s ignore all that sh*t. There’s better photo opps in Africa. WTF. I call bullsh*t. To me, that’s narcissism. It’s 1% about making a difference and 99% about being able to tell the story and show the picture proof of how great you are.
Me? I’m gonna spend my 40s helping my own people in my own backyard.
No pictures, no posting about it on social media. There’ll be no praise, no recognition, no ulterior motive. It won’t be based on a once-in-a-lifetime trip or where I can score the biggest tax write off. Nope.
Genuine – that’s what it’ll be.
