I began following the charity a few years ago, and how the time went by, a will for volunteering in Africa also came to me. I was in college and in my schedule it was hard to put a longer period of time in a far away remote place, so I started going to the volunteering preparations so I could go there after I finish school. I was still a student, and I decided to be also a part of the Godparenting project that enables education to a student in Africa. I am a godparent for two years!

After I finished college and volunteering preps, came also the day of traveling. It took me 3 days to get to the orphanage, but there, with an amazing welcome I got from the kids there was no feeling that I was at the other side of the world.

Except activities I did with the kids, a part of the job of the volunteers is also doing the Godparenting project. Mothers, fathers, kids, students would come to the orphanage every day to collect the money for education which was enabled by their godparents from Croatia.

I mentioned to the other girls, volunteers at the orphanage that I also have a student I sponsor, and they would ask me every time why I don't try to meet him. I would say that that didn't even occur to me, because he was studying in another city.

Godparent get a report twice a year about the student, his/hers pictures, diplomas and bills for the tuition. I knew what his name is and how he looks, and I also got a short description of his family, city he lives and where he studies.

And then one day I saw his name on the papers of the students that came to us to collect the money for tuition. I am standing in the office and saying to the girls: MY STUDENT IS HERE, MY GODCHILD!. I wasn't even sure if that was his name, maybe I read it wrong on the paper. My eyes were full of tears. Excitement, happines and fear, it was a mix of emotions. Girls told me I should find him and meet him, talk to him...

When I got brave enough, I approached and introduced myself to him. He was just as excited and surprised as I was. Next few hours we spent togeather. He didn't know how to thank me, took me to meet his mother. He kept saying the sentance: "This is my lucky day"

Actually, its hard to understand how much gratitude there was in that sentance. Gratitude that I, same age as he is, can give him an oppertunity for a better life, oppertunity for education which is the only thing that can save him from poverty. And then I realize that what is small to me, means the world to somebody else.