Standing UP seems a child who started to crawl to reach from one side to the other side. Few months later, child started on how to stand by holding either to the wall or tables and chairs. Most of the mothers’ were tense if they saw their child doing this, for they might fall. The bottomline is “FEAR” fear that they might get hurt, fear because of no TRUST.
Standing Up reminds me of what I have been through in life. My parents could barely send me to school, which I know education is my passport to success. Like a child, I started to crawl to search where I can possible look for a better opportunity that could change my life. Like mother, I was so afraid for I might get in the wrong path. But, since I have trust and believe in myself. Look! I celebrate triumph.
Now standing works in different ways.
Early morning, I woke up and very inspired that finally members from almost 200 countries will negotiate to each other to change the lives of domestic workers.
I was sitting in one side while waiting the signal to go in front. I was praying that God will endow me strength that I could stand in behalf of millions child domestic workers around the world.
Come on! Come on! The organizer signaled. I felt so nervous for I might not deliver it well to the constituents. But guess what gives me courage and strength?
The tears and suffering of children in domestic work. The HOPE to end the abuse and exploitation of children around the world. And, lastly, my experienced that once in my life I became slave.
Standing and calling them that “We have been ignored and lived in the margins of society for so long, now is the time to protect us” ended my speech.My Story: Standing Up