Last month I, along with my mom and sisters buried my dad, he was 86. His death was sudden for all of us but in the end I take comfort knowing he lived a full life and left a lasting impression on so many. More importantly though, he’s now in Heaven enjoying eternity with all those who have gone before him.

18 years ago my phone rang and it was my dad asking me if I wanted to join him in India. This question took me aback because I hadn’t told anyone that I was wrestling with life direction or purpose questions and for some type contemplating the question of “why am I here?”

Ultimately I took the call as a sign and resigned myself to the fact that I was headed to India. India, of all places; heat, humidity, smells, sounds and a lot of people were just some of the things that would come to mind, not to mention mosquitoes, malaria, cobras and any number of other diseases. Putting aside the fears I boarded a plane in Los Angeles about a month later bound for India.

After 2 ½ weeks I returned home. I couldn’t just dismiss my time in India as a one-time event. I saw too much, experienced too much, felt too much to just chalk it up to a neat opportunity and move on.

Deep down I knew something was happening but I had no clue as to what.

2 years later I find myself back in India; still asking the same questions yet little did I know that this trip would change my life.

There I am, in a village and for the first time confronted with the question of “Will you help us?” A lot of thoughts flow through one’s mind when asked by a stranger or even a friend for help. Most times one calculates out the cost of helping and within moments a reply is given based upon one’s risk assessment of helping. I’m no different. If the request is pleasant and the person asking holds some type of merit in my eyes then I might oblige, but if the environment or situation isn’t conducive, well, go ask someone else, I’m busy.

Imagine then sitting in a room and hearing a plea from the president of the village for clean water. Clean water to help redirect the course of life for everyone in the community because what they had wasn’t fit for consumption yet they had no other options.

At what point then does this become my problem? It doesn’t I thought and so I was ready to move on.

But then I heard my name being called. I looked around and no one there. Heard it again and it was then I realized who was speaking to me and the call was “I want you to bring them water.”

That was back in 2001.

As a result of that “call” I did what most should do but what most don’t have the courage to do, I said yes. That “yes” sent me off on a new trajectory in life and one which I never dreamed I’d be a part of or walking on. That “yes” changed me and I guess continues to change me because how do you say “no?”

I started Wells for Life because I said “yes” to God and was asked to bring water. I haven’t stopped. It’s been over 16 years since I started Wells for Life and we’ve brought water to almost 800 villages and communities. A miracle indeed especially considering who I am and my lack of abilities or resources.

Some time passed after water was brought to that first community and I got another call from my dad. He told me he was headed back to India and was taking my mom and was there anything they could do for me. There was I responded, I want you to go visit that original village for me and dedicate that water project. Let them know it was your son that said “yes” and let them know how grateful you are for the gift of water which brought them a new chance at life.

 

 

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I share this story as a means of helping me grieve and celebrate my dad’s life and the impact known and unknown that he had on me. I also share it in hopes that you see how something can come out of nothing. And finally, I share this story to say, God can use anyone, just be open and say yes, and have a bit of faith.

18 years have gone by since that first trip with my dad and Wells for Life has brought water to 798 places throughout India along with financial support for numerous medical camps, people suffering from HIV/Aids, leprosy and a host of other projects aimed at making a difference in the lives of the rural men, women and children of India.

More work needs to be done, hundreds of villages still lack access to clean water and with your giving you can help change the direction of a community just like I did all those years ago.