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Hello! My name is Shalynn Pack. My husband, Adam, and I are proud sponsors of Angelina (10), a bright young girl from Colombia; Kenny (16), a smart, serious teen from Ecuador; and formerly Bernardita (17) a kind, shy girl from Chile.
Adam and I started sponsoring with Children International in 2009 as young college students, in love and scraping by from paycheck to paycheck. I’ll be honest that I had my doubts when I first signed up — would this monthly check actually go to the kids? Could we really afford to be donating at the time? But, the cheery, passionate CI volunteer convinced us to sign up, and I promised to not buy any coffee or sweets on campus to make up the difference in my bank account.
We became hooked when we started writing letters to our sponsored kiddos. We have learned so much about them through our correspondence:
After several years of writing to each other, we knew we had to meet the kids in person, and so began our grand adventure!
When Adam and I graduated college in 2010, we planned our big trip — a six-month excursion that would take us from Ecuador to Chile. We could visit Kenny in Guayaquil when we arrived and Bernardita in Valparaíso when we left the continent. We visited Kenny within our first week of the big adventure.
Upon setting foot on the CI campus in Guayaquil, Ecuador, we were humbled and thrilled. CI staff introduced us to Kenny while he was in computer class at the community center. Then 10 years old, he was so shy and excited! We also met his mom and sister in their home, which had a tin roof, one shelf and one bed for the three of them. We were incredibly humbled when Kenny showed us one of his only possessions: a book of all the photos Adam had sent him.
Five months later, after many adventures and an amazing marriage proposal in Machu Picchu (nice job, Adam!), we landed in Valparaíso, Chile, to meet Bernardita, then 11. She was so polite, kind and shy at our first meeting.
It was amazing to see her open up as we played arcade games together, walked on the beach and visited her home outside the city. The two-room space housed her grandma, grandpa, little cousin and her mother, who needs constant care due to a developmental disability.
While Bernardita’s grandma baked bread for us in their stone oven, Bernardita showed me her family’s photo album. It told a story of economic security and then loss after her father passed away.
Once again, we were brought to tears when Bernardita showed us the photos we had sent, which were pinned to her wall as one of her only decorations.
In the afternoon, we walked through the family’s backyard forest and picked blackberries, savoring the last sweetness of our wonderful visit and the end of our six-month traveling adventure.
In 2015, after five years of working and graduate school, Adam and I had saved up enough money for a winter trip to Colombia. We’d heard of its beautiful beaches, dense jungles and vibrant salsa-dancing culture, but we were mainly drawn by the fact that Angelina was there.
I could tell by her letters that she was a bright and eager girl — within days of receiving letters, she would respond with elaborate drawings of the wildlife and wild places I had written to her about.
As we flew into the sprawling, old-walled city of Cartagena, I tried to guess what part of the city she lived in and what her life was like there. We wouldn’t be able to visit her home; Angelina’s neighborhood is too dangerous to visit on a weekend. I could only guess what that fact meant in her daily life as a 9-year-old.
The next day, Angelina bounced into our lives in physical form as the friendliest, most eager and smartest little girl in the whole city. Angelina’s mom had curled her hair and placed a flowery headband on her head to match her starched, white Sunday dress. Angelina wasn’t shy in the least — in fact, she was more chatty than her mother, who was kind, quiet and obviously strong.
We learned that, when Angelina was just a baby, her mom moved them to Cartagena to find a better life; their home on Colombia’s Pacific coast is a region with few economic opportunities, minimal infrastructure and heavy drug trafficking. They had been building a life in the city for the past few years, and her mom was giving Angelina a wonderful childhood. The sweet girl was excelling in school and had good friends.
During our visit, I gave Angelina a stuffed panda that I had loved as a child. Her eyes gleamed. She carried “Panda” everywhere we went — to the local mall where we ate ice cream and to Cartagena’s famous castle, where we explored every inch. Angelina sprang up the steep castle walls, alternating between jumping up for hugs and standing stoically at the edge of the castle, looking out over her city.
Now, in all of her letters, her drawings include sketches of “Panda” playing with her on the beach, climbing around her house and studying for school.
When we first signed on as sponsors, we knew it was the right thing to do — sharing the wealth and bounty we’d had the luck to be born into was important. So much of the world has so little while we have so much.
Over time, however, I’ve come to see that it’s not so much about the money our sponsored children receive but the relationship and love that we build between the other.
Although the social services sponsored kids receive are crucial to their safety and development, the fact that they know there is someone across the world who cares deeply about them is just as important.
One person can make all the difference for a child across the globe by showing her that she is special, loved and encouraged to become her best self.
Children International is living proof that, although helping just one person can seem like a drop in the ocean, that drop can be a person’s whole world. In this way, one by one, passing on love and support, we will change the world for the better.