Two days ago, I watched some of my closest friends walk across a stage. One year ago, it was me doing the walking (though I don’t recall anything about the stage.) Most of us are now college graduates… most of us are now poised to begin the rest of our lives.

Two days ago I got a message… my Compassion child had also graduated. I had supported her through 2 years of teachers-training. She can now go out and influence young minds- making a difference in their worlds. She grew up fast.

Two years ago I sponsored this child… it was for my 21st birthday- I wanted to make a difference in someone elses’ life. Two months ago, I became a Compassion advocate… now I can help others do the same for only $32 a month (and a whole lot of love.)

In three months, I will turn 23. Three months to the day… and I am just now beginning to realize how incredibly old that sounds. Twenty Three. No longer will I be as innocent as 22… or as carefree as 21… no… at 23, I will be catapulted into adulthood… left to wonder who I really am.

Today I sponsored another child… She will turn 19- three months from tomorrow- and probably won’t be in the program for very long… but I don’t care. If I can influence her life in some way- I will feel as if I have changed the world.

In all reality… it is my world that is about to change.