A promise is a promise, and I did say I would write a blog that would change people’s lives. I am a few days late, but that is due to some other important activities—involving dress-ups for Halloween and a party with lots of kids high on sugar, corn syrup,glucose, artificial flavorings and colors. They are still recovering.
OK, so I think this thing about writing something that will change lives was just my need for attention and a way to get people to come back to look at what I have written. What could it be, people are wondering. Does she have news about Brad Pitt?
The thing is that I have nothing new to say that hasn’t been said before. People have been saying the same thing in different ways throughout history and, like the person who wrote Ecclesiastics said: Nothing is new under the sun. I say: Nothing is new in Oddny’s head. Then I say: Nothing is new with the weather in Norway in October as well as November.
I go to work and it is the same old in Burma, and it is the same old on my desk, and it is the same old in my inbox. I look outside and it is the same old rain.
But, then, today, wonder of all wonders, the sun tried to break through the clouds that were as thick as the Chinese Wall. (I am sure they were thicker. I don’t know much about the thickness of clouds, just that they have not let the sun through for ages.)
And it kind of happened in my work day too. Because even though the situation in Burma as predictable as the cold rain on muddy roads here, there is hope. I have been thinking about the kids at Nidarvoll school that I visited a couple of weeks back (and I was asked to become the queen of Burma). Those kids, along with their teachers, worked so hard and created so much enthusiasm that in just over one night they had raised 100 000 NKr (that is 17000 USD) for Partners work with the refugees in Burma. I don’t know any other kids who have done that!
As soon as it is cleared in the bank, I will pass it on to our team in Thailand, who will distribute it in ways that will help the most kids, and adults, in Burma.
It was just like the sun that broke through the dark sky, sending the most beautiful light across the fields and on the trees. Kids shining a light on Burma. It’s not the same old.