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Changing the world<\/h1><\/div><\/div><\/div>

a tiny bit<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

day by day<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Changing the world<\/h1><\/div><\/div><\/div>

a tiny bit<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

day by day<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Changing the world<\/h1><\/div><\/div><\/div>

a tiny bit<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

day by day<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

why<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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the story of justine<\/h2>a seven year old girl in the Central African Republic, that will change the world<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Justine was born in a village a few hundred kilometers from Bangui, the capital of the Central African Republic. Her parents had no means to supply the basics, \u00a0and their children were \u201eworking\u201c in the fields from their earliest age to survive. So did Justine, too.<\/p>\n

When she turned seven, she wanted to go to school. Her parents did not let her, and she had to continue the everyday field work. Some months later, without telling anyone, she left her home and headed to Bangui. She thought she could go to school there.<\/p>\n

No one knows how long it took her to get there, weeks or months. No one looked for her. probably. A lost child like many others.<\/p>\n

In Bangui, she lived for two years on the streets, sharing the fate of almost three thousand street children, \u00a0stunned by malnutrition, malaria, and so many other diseases.<\/p>\n

She did not speak French when I met her with other children on the side of the Oubangi River. But she said, \u201eI want to go to school. \u201c They all were so hungry, worms in their skins. But she only wanted to go to school.<\/p><\/div>

Justine was born in a village a few hundred
\nkilometers from Bangui, the capital of the Central African Republic.
\nHer parents had no means to supply the basics,
\nand their children were \u201eworking\u201c in the fields from
\ntheir earliest age to survive. So did Justine, too.<\/p>\n

When she turned seven, she wanted to go to school. Her parents did not let her,
\nand she had to continue the everyday field work.
\nSome months later, without telling anyone, she left her home
\nand headed to Bangui. She thought she could go to school there.<\/p>\n

No one knows how long it took her to get there,
\nweeks or months. No one looked for her, probably.
\nA lost child like many others.<\/p>\n

In Bangui, she lived for two years on the streets,
\nsharing the fate of almost three thousand street children,
\nstunned by malnutrition, malaria, and so many other diseases.<\/p>\n

She did not speak French
\nwhen I met her with other children
\non the side of the Oubangi River. But she said,
\n\u201eI want to go to school. \u201c They all were so hungry, worms in their skins.
\nBut she only wanted to go to school.<\/p><\/div>

Justine is now 16 years old<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div>

It is possible<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div>

She will change the world.
With her dreams, her goals and the unbreakable
belief that everything is possible.<\/p><\/div>

She speaks French and attends school with many
other street children who follow her lead. With our help and the belief
that everything is possible, she grows into a
future no one would ever imagine possible.<\/p><\/div><\/div>

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read about it<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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claudia<\/h2>the little girl with the blond curls<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

I was born in Austria
on the lucky side of this world,
the privileged one, the one humans decided
to fence off as well as possible from the unlucky one,
with borders and limits
drawn on land and life.<\/p>\n

I was a little girl, three years old, with blond, curly hair.<\/p>\n

When my mother Ricky sold me
to my stepfather Helmut, who raped this little
girl with her blond, curly hair, I did not die. I cried
for a long time.<\/p>\n

My grandmother raised me,
and many years later, I connected
with my mother as if nothing had ever happened,
no words, nothing.<\/p>\n

Not long ago, I was working in Belgrade and received
a call from my son. She was in the hospital in critical condition.
I rushed with the car to Austria and went to the hospital,
standing next to her bed.<\/p>\n

I told her, it’s ok, mama, I forgive you,
you don’t know right and wrong.<\/p>\n

She said, I’m sorry. She died two days later.<\/p><\/div>

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Change can happen in a second or a hundred years, and it does bit by bit. Yes, I am afraid sometimes, but I’m not scared, and no fear can change my path because every morning, no matter what was before, I am flooded by the morning sun and my decision to do another tiny bit to change the world.<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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read about it<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

together<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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on the way<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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With Marvin<\/h2>our driver, assistant, and angel for everything, who my daughter Sid loves endlessly.<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Our Mamas<\/h2>taking in our kids, so they have a mama again<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Our Cook<\/h2>who has already made thousands of sanwitches, even though she would love to work in a real restaurant.<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Our problem solver<\/h2>who always finds a way to get us out of the mad, when our car is stuck, and<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Our military guys<\/h2>who keep us safe wherever we are and make our kids laugh.<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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 together, with each tiny bit of us changing, we make a difference<\/h1><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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what if every child<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div>

could see that all is possible<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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what if every child<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div>

could see that all is possible<\/h2><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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