Falling Whistles

There are things in this world worth fighting for, nay, worth dieing for. Every man must find the cause which he believes in so strongly that even the thought of death becomes secondary to defending it. Only then can he truly live. I’d like to introduce you to one of the most selfless people that I’ve ever known. Even more, I want you to hear the story of his life focus, of his discovery of the one of the most vulgar modern atrocities… and I want you to join in the fight to stop it.

Just a Child After being heavily involved in a grassroots movement spawned by a documentary on child soldiers in Uganda, Sean Carasso went on a six-day journalistic trip to central Africa to gain information and distribute donated shoes. He finally left four months later. Sean managed to intermittently update an online blog throughout his journey and wrote an incredible post detailing one of his experiences. Through email and the internet, that post reached over 30,000 people and has sparked a movement of its own: Falling Whistles.

Many of us have heard the stories of the child-soldiers. Invisible Children and stories such as A Long Way Gone have been groundbreaking in granting us glimpses into their tortured lives.

I had heard. Known. Cared. I had even reacted and raged. But when these boys told me of the whistles blowers, the horror grew feet and walked within me.

I cannot describe to you the pain and anguish that I feel through reading the story, or the anger at the inaction of the governments of the region. It’s heartbreaking. Often I ask myself, “What difference can I really make?” But there is hope.

Change starts with information. Read the story. Get informed. Pass it along. The first step is bringing light to the issue and not allowing ourselves to pass it over as just another “African problem.” This, and every issue like it, is a problem of which the responsibility to address lies on all of humanity.

The Falling Whistles organization is currently working with two locals who escaped, created successful lives of their own in America, and then chose to return to their homeland to help those left behind. All monies received are being sent to support their day center for children, a facility that provides for some of the most basic needs that we take for granted: shelter, water, food (when it’s available), and loving human contact. They also employ an art-therapy curriculum to help the rescued children relieve some of their buried emotional scars. This is the first step in helping these kids regain control over their lives.

We can stop this.

Visit Falling Whistles .com and read the story now.

There are 8 comments on this post »

  1. It was a moving experience to hear Sean’s story and I only hope I can be a part of that story. I wish nothing but the best for Falling Whistles. Thanks for turning me on to this.

    Cesar Torres — September 22, 2008 @ 11:56 pm

  2. Who is the kid in this picture?

    Kathy — September 23, 2008 @ 9:53 pm

  3. Thanks Cesar, so glad that you could be there.

    Kathy, that is my nephew.

    Will — September 24, 2008 @ 1:19 am

  4. Here’s the funny thing, Will. He looks like MY nephew. What’s his name?

    Kathy — September 24, 2008 @ 10:03 am

  5. Roman Gabriel

    Will — September 24, 2008 @ 7:01 pm

  6. hey, i’ve read this story and have been moved. i want to help in any way i can. i am an officer for an invisible children club my friends and i started last year, so i have heard many amazing stories. how can i help with falling whistles?

    Lisa — October 13, 2008 @ 6:12 pm

  7. I stumbled on to your blog thanks to Steven Bush. I’m so glad I did, what can I do to help end this?

    Jared Shingleton — December 1, 2008 @ 11:59 pm

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Catching a train to Beijing in the morning... Going to do what Genghis couldn't and conquer the Great Wall.