$80.
This is the amount of money that stopped a young man's education in its tracks, an amount unobtainable for a poor farming family in Malawi. This young man, William Kamkwamba, "The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind," then decided to build a windmill in his back yard, using scraps of metal, outdated books, and a spark of the human spirit that has opened my eyes to possibility. Working autonomously, sitting in a dank local library ingesting outdated books, this young man defied famine, defied poverty, defied critics, and produced something glorious, a symbol of promisel. Something selfless that has changed the life of his village. This flash of ingenuity is both breathtaking and paints a portrait of hope for the future, a future so often riddled with setback and pessimism. This is William's story, "Moving Windmills."
A passage from his wonderful book....
"I paused and studied the flecks of rust and paint, how they appeared against the fields and mountains beyond. Each piece told its own tale of discovery, of being lost and found in a time of hardship and fear. Finally together now, we were all being reborn."
