Barrel of Laughs

Christine didn't know what to expect when she first volunteered to join the aid team in Sudan. She had read a lot about the situation there in the internet but nothing she had read could really prepare her to the horrors she was about to see, first hand.

The sun was burning over the volunteers' heads and the mosquitoes had declared a war against their pale skin, which was bright and shiny with sweat. Christine was a bit dehydrated and she had developed a fever.

The fatigue of her body was nothing compared to what was going on in her soul. She was heart broken. In the week she spent there she had already seen 3 year-old boys whose hands and ear lobes had been amputated by the rebels. Small girls who'd been raped violently. Infants whose rib cages were sticking to their backs and their big wide eyes were showing such sorrow, even an old person should not have come across in his life.

Christine could not understand how people can get to such levels of evil that they would not spare the kids, but rather target them with their diabolic acts.

She had almost lost hope, but then she saw this amazing vision. Scattered along the way was an abandoned rocket launcher. Inside its barrel there was a small child laughing gingerly. This abandoned weapon of mass destruction had literally become a barrel of laughs. A process that only kids can render.


--Tine's up--