My naked feet appreciated the task of being shoeless for a cause. Sadly, my shoeless day wasn't a very public day. It was an "at home day" and our out and about was in the backyard park where bare feet didn't really make a public impact. Still, my personal attention to this effort was focused and mindful.
I thought a lot about my young friends in Ethiopia during "shoe focused" day. I remembered when the boys in Lalibela asked Waffles to play in their regular morning soccer game my 3 kids were sad to discover the kids all played in plastic sandals - the sandals were their only shoes. And, our friends shone shoes for a very very meager living. Actually, you can't call what they earned "a living" in any way. I had my Keen's shone every day by the boys. Richard asked me directly to buy him some shoes and have a helpful traveler bring them to Addis for him. AlemTsehaye was walking many kilometers every day to visit her father who was sick in the hospital. Walking, Playing, Working - feet carry us to our destinations.
I don't feel lucky. I feel undeserving. These are my happy feet hanging off our boat. Undeserving.