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About Me — Kala Farnham
Creative Nonfiction Writer. Musician. Holistic Wellness Nerd. Social Justice Advocate. Survivor.
When I was a little girl I believed in three things: the power of prayer, the value of compassion, and my duty to service. So when my parents sprang the “eat your spinach because there are kids starving in Africa” argument, I felt a sense of compassion and duty surging through my veins. I went upstairs to my bedroom, kneeled on the hardwood floor, looked out the window, and began to pray.
“God,” I whispered, “It’s not fair that I have everything and those kids in Africa are suffering. It’s not fair and I want you to let me carry some of the burden. Please let me carry some of the burden.”
In my earliest years, I had a safe place to live, food on the table, and a loving family. I had toys to play with and friendly neighbors next door. In comparison to the kids my parents told me about at the dinner table, my life situation was idyllic. It wasn’t fair, how fate had gifted me so much and left so many with so little.
I don’t know whether fate had already had it in her mind to change the tides of luck before I knelt down and prayed that evening after dinner, or whether my prayer was heard: all I know is that a few years later, my life changed forever.
