The problem is so big that it seems that there is nothing that we can individually do that will make a big difference except for just a few. Sure, we don't all have loads of money to give, we don't all have the time to be able to volunteer, we don't all have the gift of speaking or writing so as to inform others.
But each of us can do whatever we can to support those organisations, like The African Aids Foundation in Australia, in the good work that they are doing.
There are stories of pensioners donating a few dollars from their pensions. One lady collects the loose change from the pockets of those who visit her and donates it. Some ladies make clothes to be sent over to the children. One football club donated used jerseys that I know first hand were greatly appreciated by the football mad children of Cato Ridge in KwaZuluNatal. A couple being married asked that their wedding guests, rather than buy presents, donate the money. One young man raised funds by seeking supporters for his participation in a marathon. People of all ages have volunteered to go to Africa for periods ranging from a few weeks to many months.
When we get together and reminisce we sometimes ask questions like "Where were you when JFK got shot?" or "Where were you when man landed on the moon?"
Perhaps one day we might be asked the question "Where were you when 7500 Africans were dying each day?"
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