Recently I have finished reading the first third of Mariatu Kamara’s and Susan Mcclelland’s book, The Bite of The Mango. This story is about the life of the younger Mariatu Kamara’s life. The story is quite interesting so far. Mariatu has gone through a lot of pain and depression in this third of the book. “ (quote of hands being cut off),(page 40)” As the rebels raided her village and killed thousands of people, Mariatu couldn’t forget about what her grandmother had told her and the dream she had had. “ Whenever you dream of palm oil,” my grandmother had told me when I was seven, “ blood will spill by the end of the day”.  (I had my worst dream ever about palm oil. I was standing in a big pit in the ground.it was full of palm oil, which came up to my knees. Beside the pit stood the tin drum we kept full of fresh lake water for the family. The wooden legs that held up the drum were on fire. The water inside was boiling, steam rose from the drum’s spouts into the clear blue sky. The wooden legs began to sway and the drum keeled over. As it fell, the drum turned into my head. In the dream, there was no water inside, only palm oil. And as my head fell to the ground, the thick oil coated my body from head to toe.)Through her long depressing days I realized that though many days I don’t like the way I am living, Mariatu has it about a thousand times worse than me, and that there are many people all around the world that are just like her and could need some of the things that I use and get to have everyday.

A connection to the world would be that all around the world there are kids that need the help that Mariatu needs if not more.

People all around the world never realize how lucky they until they hear a special story on the news or of they read a book about a kid living in a third world country who can’t even afford to eat three times a day. They get everything just handed to them and it makes a person sad to realize how fortunate they are when someone else so far away is suffering.

Just because they are so far away doesn’t mean that you can’t feel their pain or help out.