I Am Humanitarian

 
By: Hasanthi Jayamaha

I am Humanitarian…



My job is not restricted to time.



Anytime my service is required, I’m ready and I’m there.



I am prepared and prepositioned.



Money cannot mobilise me. Poverty and disaster can.



I am able to put other’s needs before my own.



I calm fears and give hope even when it’s tough.



I let my heart break with the things that break God’s heart.



And I respond with action.



I see need; I don’t see nationality, race, religion or ethnicity.



I walk with the poor and those affected by disasters.



When they are too tired I carry them.



I take time to laugh with children and learn their names.



I let my feet take me places that others would call dangerous.



I hang my hat in places people would not call home.



I don’t need to win an election to serve a community.



My hopes have no boundaries.



I want to see children safe and out of harm. 



I want to see communities rebuild their lives and dream bigger.



I strive till dignity returns to the marginalized; power to the vulnerable and safety to those in danger.



I cry with them in their sadness and dance with them in their victory

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I raise my voice on behalf of those who can’t and teach them to raise theirs in time to come.



I make a noise for the rights of people I have never seen and never met.



I improve my knowledge and skills not to go higher in life but to lift people up out of their situations.



The powerful cannot silence me.



Weather can’t beat me down; nor can sickness stop me.



I can’t feel tired enough to make me quit; or discouraged enough to not start all over again.



I will run the extra mile and another and another. 



My rest is not in a holiday home but where I see change taking place.



My experience helps those around me to respond to needs in another part of the world.



My wealth is in the lives I touch.



And my reward is their smile.



I am humanitarian.