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Three Cups of Tea

I read an amazing book. I am not sure I blogged about a book before. But this one is hard to remain indifferent. Elena game it to me as a birthday present and the first chapter was enough to tell me this was not going to be a boring biography. 
Three cups of tea should be read by about anyone passionate about non profits, anyone with a view on the war on terrorism, anyone with a view on the economics and politics of poverty, anyone with a view on how to change the world, one child at a time. Dr. Greg, as the book describes, makes me think of my so many times, though he is so much better. He had no ambition but to build one school when he started, all he wanted was to make that accomplishment in place of the K-2 failure he had. He was overwhelmed by all he wanted to do with so little time and so little money. He had the ups and downs of big donations and endless letters and proposals with no reply. He had worse, he had the threats of fellow americans that did not agree with him helping muslims but then to be flooded with letters of support when people understood he was actually fighting the war the right way, with education. 
It makes me feel small, its true. But it gives me hope. When I see the first educated woman in Balti wanting to proceed studies and go back and teach the girls in her village, that gives me hope that in 10 or 15 years time, we will also be able to tell these stories, even if we do not make it to #1 in the new york times. 

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