The Worth Of Water

I’ve always had easy access to water. I don’t think it’s something I take for granted, but since I’ve never done without, there’s no way I can truly appreciate how difficult it would be to live without it. I became convinced of this after reading The Worth Of Water by Gary White and Matt Damon. Though I’ve read about issues surrounding water accessibility and the effects of climate change, I learned a lot by reading this book. (I have never been truly thirsty [the 3 stages of dehydration are described on page 20. I’ve only ever experienced stage 1]). I knew that, in certain countries/cultures, it’s primarily “women’s work” to gather water, but I didn’t know about “water wives.” As discussed in The Worth of Water, there are areas that have so little access to water that men marry multiple women and those women are responsible for collecting water for the family. They spend their days hauling water, which of course, leads to injuries and steals the time that they could spend working. The Worth Of Water points out that when these areas receive the necessary infrastructure for easier access to water, water remains “women’s work,” so women make up the boards that operate and tend to these pumps, automatically making them extremely valuable in their community. 

This beautiful image belongs to — and is courtesy of — mrjn Photography on Unsplash.

Microloans versus Charitable Giving

Before reading this book, I presumed that charity would be the only way to fix this issue, but this book makes a compelling case that — except for the most desperate of the destitute — the Water Credit initiative is a much more viable option because microloans that charge a fair interest rate allows capital to flow much like water, as that same sum can be borrowed and repaid again and again, instead of money that is given once through charitable giving. 

This cause is extremely important, and though I am not a scientist, the series that I am writing features scarcity of water as one of the major themes. Though it is a work of fiction, I envision a future where I can offer my volunteer efforts and financial donations to this pressing issue, so I need to learn more about this topic. I’ve added The Big Thirst (a book recommended in The Worth Of Water) to my TBR list, but that’s just the beginning. Please recommend your favourite books about water, water infrastructure, and books about policies surrounding natural resources because I’d like to learn more about this urgent issue. Thanks in advance for your recommendations!

*The beautiful photo used in this post belongs to — and is courtesy of — mrjn Photography on Unsplash.

**This post also appears on The Write Results.

A Valentine For Our Four-Legged Friends

Whether it’s Happy Valentine’s Day or Happy Galentine’s Day, love is in the air!

While people are preoccupied with love stories and Cupid’s arrow, we’d like to give a special shout-out to those who love us unconditionally year-round — our furry, four-legged family members. 

Issue 7 of Second Draft Journals: Love Notes & Paw Prints is the puuurfect journal for pet lovers everywhere. Whether you journal about your day-to-day life and goals, or you keep a record about your fur baby (because there’s just too much to tell if you have to rely on someone else to care for them), we hope that you love the original works of art, the short story, Puppy Love, and the poems about self-care and our four-legged friends. With white and rose-tinted lined pages, this Second Draft Journal is meant to be soothing and sweet long after the Valentine’s Day candy is gone.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Cover of Second Draft Journals: Love Notes & Paw Prints
Issue 7 of Second Draft Journals: Love Notes & Paw Prints is available on Amazon now!

Moments In Flight #PS752

We were all heartbroken when news about PS752 broke on January 8th, 2020. I wrote the below work of fiction from the perspective of the black box aboard Ukrainian International Airlines Flight 752 within days of the tragedy. At the time, searching for the black box was a prominent news story, as the world sought facts amid the shock and confusion. 

My condolences go out to the loved ones of those 176 people who perished two years ago today. 

Moments in Flight 

Whenever they have to search for me, it’s after a tragedy. With no survivors, I am the first thing that they seek to find; they are in pursuit of answers, in pursuit of truth. 

I was ejected from my designated spot near the plane’s tail, but I continue to store the information as I had been programmed. I know the truth; I only hope that the information I’ve gathered proves to answer the questions asked in times of despair, shock, and heartache.

As I wait to be discovered, I am surrounded by charred debris stretching further than the human eye can see. The wreckage that is scattered around me in millions of pieces — once unified in the form of a commercial airplane full of people with hopes and dreams — will never be fully recovered.

It always bothered me that my sole purpose as a “black box” (which is a misnomer, as I’m actually bright orange) on an aircraft is to shed light on those last moments before tragedy struck. The information I record and store serves to document the last moments of life for those aboard a doomed flight. It’s a condition of my existence that’s proven to be a tough pill to swallow. 

When successfully recovered, my crash survivable memory unit (CSMU) will provide audio recorded from the cockpit and hard data — statistics that are updated second to second — for professionals to analyze.

You need not wait for their analysis because I was there.

I was there when the little girl and her brother begged their parents for more snacks, happy to be on board as they told the people in the neighbouring seats that they had never flown before; I was there to see the newlyweds look at one another with love in their eyes, excited as they took flight; I was there when the university student spoke to the woman travelling home to her husband, whom she couldn’t wait to see.

These wondrous moments were followed by a devastating event that is burned in the memory of those who lived through it; an unfathomable disaster in the lives of those who lost the people aboard my flight; loved ones who would never return home. 

I know that their final moments caused devastation and heartache that spread like a virus without quarantine, as friends and family members of those aboard learned the terrible truth. For those grief-stricken people, the ones who have our deepest condolences, their lives will forever depend upon that one tragic moment to define all others: moments that occurred before, in the presence of their loved ones, and moments that occurred after.

I can imagine how these people feel; they’re afraid that their loved ones suffered. But those people need to know that the end was but a moment. They didn’t see it coming; it happened so quickly, I can promise you that. 

Allow me to remember the final moments so that you can remember and pay tribute to the many moments I did not witness. Regardless of age, the people who lost their lives lived moments filled with happiness, love, and laughter; so many moments in which they loved their family members and friends, served others, and celebrated successes.

Take it from me, a device whose sole purpose is to record the moments: life is not about the final moment lived, it’s about the many moments that made life worthwhile. Since those are moments I could never record, I hope that your memory will serve as your own emotive “black box” to be reviewed when times are tough and the departed are missed. 

Live the moments. They live in you.

If you enjoyed this piece, kindly check out Second Draft Journals by yours truly (A.F.S. Green, author and founder of The Write Results and It’s A Go Publishing). If you’d like to join my email list to be the first to know about additional issues and other publications, please do so here