On this blog, I’ve talked a lot about my bad luck. I have a
’tragic
backstory’ tag, after all. I was born in the third world, in a
place with incredibly low
incomes which fail to be mirrored in particularly low cost
of living. As such, people make do with malnutrition, lack of
medication, and ever
present mosquitoes. There’s just no other way. You live cheap or
die – living free was never an option.
I also happen to be transgender. If living in squalor wasn’t
enough, try living in squalor while surrounded
by hatred. I am queer in a place where politicians talk about the
importance of getting rid of people like me, due to the threat we
pose to “public morals”. Where, as a member of my school’s debate
team, I was forced to argue for why people like me should be barred
entry to the country. The head of the team wanted to know why I found
the topic upsetting. Of course, I didn’t tell
him. I didn’t want to be expelled.
However, despite
all that and more, I have a lot
of good luck. It’s more subtle, but it’s no less real. I speak and
write well. I didn’t get on the debate team just by looking pretty.
I’ve delivered speeches before crowds. I’ve been on television. I’ve
published poetry. I got the highest score in my country on the
English standardised test, despite being dyslexic and not reading
half my literature books. Late
one night, at the very last minute,
I wrote an essay that
convinced a Canadian college to enrol me in a grad programme at 17
years old. This is an
incredible amount of luck to have fallen
in my lap.
This skill
led me to meet
people on Tumblr. People with far greater resources than I who
wanted to help. They
took up a collection just to send me to the mainland. There are
now plans in motion for me to emigrate to California next year. This
would completely change my life. All that bad luck wiped away with a
set of immigration papers.
But that’s just a cure for me.
There are billions of people who are also in dire straits. People who
can’t string a few words together and pull themselves up into a
better life. There are people who face more poverty than I. More
malnutrition and mosquitoes and lack of medication. People who aren’t
safe in their homes.
I don’t deserve my luck. I don’t
deserve the bad that’s happened to me, but I don’t deserve the good
either. I haven’t earned my fortune. Luck just happens. We
often
feel like the world is how it is for a reason and that all the good
and the bad is where it is with just cause. We’re wrong. The world
isn’t fair. Fate doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the
saints.
But the world doesn’t have to be
as bad as it is. I don’t want anyone to have the bad luck I’ve had,
and I wish they could all have my good luck. Well, there’s something
I can do about that. The very first thing I want to do when I have a
job in California. I can give money to push the scales of fate until
they’re a little more fair. I
can give money to people so they can feed their families. I
can provide them with medication. I
can protect them from the mosquitoes.
I have the opportunities that I
have because people with the power to change my life saw that I
needed help and decided to help me. They stepped in and made an
enormous difference. I want to pay that forward. I want to help
others the same way I’ve been helped.
Giving
What We Can is currently
holding a pledge drive. They’re asking people to pledge that
they’ll give 10% of their income to the world’s most effective
charities every year for the rest of their lives.
I want to do that. I want to take the opportunity that human kindness
has given me and make a hundred more. And I’d like you to do the
same.
If you feel like making someone’s
life dramatically better, saving the world, or just committing to be
as good tomorrow as you are today; I couldn’t recommend this enough. Each of us have the power to make the
world a little brighter. Each of us can make an enormous difference
with just a tenth of what we have. I believe we should take the good
luck we have and spread it around. If you agree with any of that,
this is your moment. This is your chance to save someone like me.
This is your opportunity to be the hero you always wanted to be.
Do
not throw away your shot.
[Edited by @inquisitivefeminist and @sdhs-rationalist]