Background on "Chages for New Hope," a Peru-based organizational member and its relation to a favorite poem of mine which illustrates an important point on Education that coincidently the organization is striving to accomplish.
One of the newest additions to the UCP-SAR.net organizational members is Changes for New Hope. Based in Peru, this organization works to educate and empower impoverished children living in Villages in the Peruvian Andes. Due to the extreme poverty levels common to this region, parents are forced to seek work far from home and their Children by default are left neglected. Since 2009 Changes for New Hope has been trying to alter the aforementioned scenario; they currently serve 2 communities but as they obtain the resources, they hope to expand into surrounding areas. This organization has not only started schools for the children in the villages they are based in, but they have also provided resources to the children and their families without which the education would be futile - these being food, clothing, and medical care. What surprises me the most is that Changes for New Hope does not simply claim a mission to educate but they act on this mission in the true sense of the word. Apart from the schools and the resources, the organization is also working to make the families self-sufficient by working towards starting up local jobs.
One of my favorite poems since the 1st grade, and a poem well-known to and cited by many elementary schools is Unity by Ray A. Ligenfelter (of whom little is known about). The poem illustrates the importance of both the school and the home to a child. We may own things like books, and clothes and toys, but education isn't a commodity that adds on to what we have, it is something that if properly obtained, is permanently weaved and molded into who we are. And both the home environment and the quality of teachers are essential to endow true education to the younger generations.
by Ray A. Lingenfelter, Elementary Principal
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a young child's mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher;
the tools she used were books and music and art;
The other, a parent with a guiding hand
And a gentle loving heart.
Day after day the teacher toiled
With touch that was deft and sure,
While the parent labored by the side
And polished and smoothed it o'er.
And when at last their task was done
They were proud of what they had wrought
For the things they had molded into the child
Could neither be sold or bought.
And each agreed they would have failed
If they had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher, the home.