first im not an eveil prson by any means. i try to be good and try to help as best as i cna, anyone, anytime. but kids have the tv on in the background. they saying buiolt 5000 bikes for kids in africa help us build 5000 more. and i think, my littlest has a trike that is too small only has one pedal that is broken and the ohter is a bolt. i bought it for $5 at a thrift store to try and help him learn how to ride a bike. he hasnt cuz hecant klpedal it without smashing his knees on the handle bars. we diont eat a "meal" often. cant afford it and honestly half the time cant find the energy to make it. so a box of kd usually passes as one. im physically and mentally ill and he has no dad. cant be employed. um alot of the same problems that parents in afrrica must have. yet lets build bikes for those kids. whats wrong with my kid? no one wants buid him a bike. now something about saving some other culture on the planet. i cant save myself so now feel guilty cuz cant help someone half way across the world. everyone wants to fed and help other kids waht about the ones in their own backyards. why doesnt it feel as good or as impirtant to say i saved a little kid in my neighborhood as it does to say i sponsored or helped a kid i'll never see or know . im a fucking monster. cant seem to jump on the same wagon as the rest of the good peopl;e. not feeling sorry for me. just cant seem to se what all the hoopla is abnout. i used to donate i used to volunteer i used to..... but i just cant now. and that isnt good enough for my little one. but thats his reality. i really hate me now. and thats my reality.