Boeing was reluctant at first to follow suit, but last August it launched its own re-engined SANB airplane, the 737 MAX, with first deliveries scheduled for 2017.
School districts may be reluctant to provide intervention or special instruction for such children because they would not meet minimum qualifying criteria for services.
You miss 100 percent of the shots you never take.
I’m waiting in an air conditioned, mesquite smelling, leather booth restaurant, excited to hear about my supervisor’s trip to Malawi. She arrives and we sit down. We order lunch and talk a little about her project. I’m mid-sentence when she cuts me off. She has something to show me. She reaches into her purse, pulls something out, sets it on the table, pushes it across. It’s a stack of pictures. I go through them one by one, but when I get to the last photo I stop. My vision blurs and I have to put the pictures down.
It was a man standing in front of a wooden paneled door, holding a sign that read, “We are open.” On the door behind him was a plaque: The Tony Bradshaw* Library. I couldn’t fathom it. Tangible recognition of all the work I’d done since Kindergarten. Not just some certificate. My name on the door of a library that will change people’s lives halfway across the world.
I started as a Daisy Scout in Kindergarten, and for years my mom begged me to quit. “It’s just too much with everything else you have going on.” But I had the Gold Award in my sight, and I’d known what my project would be ever since I heard the words “book famine” in an NPR op-ed piece about Good Steward Global Initiative. I had heard about food famines, but never a book famine. The more I researched it, the more I appreciated the appropriateness of the phrase. People all over the world hunger for knowledge and literacy but lack the resources to satisfy their yearnings.
I reached out to Good Steward and offered to create a club that raises funds, collects books, spreads awareness of the importance of reading, and stimulates people to take action. I’m not sure how much the directors of Good Steward expected of me, but plunged headlong into the cause. Three years later, we’ve raised over $8,000 to establish new libraries. All my work culminated in an opportunity for me to travel to Africa with Good Steward the summer before my senior year.
When I look back on it now, my most vivid memory from that trip sees me sitting on the ground inside a plaster-walled, thatched-roof, dirt-floor library, reading a book to a group of children. I pause to take a breath and scan the room. Each and every child is beaming. I see that sparkle in their eyes, that inspiration sparkle, that sparkle of happiness. A simple story time, something my dad and I did every night when I was their age, is like Christmas morning for them. That sparkle reaffirms everything I have been working towards.
I learned multiple lessons on that trip. For the children in that library, education is a privilege. For me it was something taken for granted. I also got to add the final piece to the puzzle, to create the full picture. I’d heard that a library could turn a child from Malawi into a college graduate, but I hadn’t gotten to see it. I hadn’t gotten to feel the overwhelming pride and gratitude that comes from that sparkle. Now I have, and I can’t stop feeling it myself.