I remember well those days when Slavica and I started The Roadmap for help.
I told her: “Listen… we are taking ten children and saving them. We can’t do it anymore.”
Slavica looks at me and says: “Aha.”
I remember well when my late father later asked me how many of those children I had in Africa. I said: “260”. Dad says: “Oh, 26. That’s a lot…”
“Not dad, 26, but 260.”
And he says to me: “Oh, please… at least don’t pass the village you’re in.”
I remember when one of our ambassadors asked me: “How many more children do you have left in that first school, that you need to take care of them?”
Me: “650.”
He – Sigh.
Me: “Oh, we’ll handle it.”
I remember a wonderful journalist who asked me: “And… how many children are you taking care of now?”
I say: “950.”
She tells me: “Ma’am, that’s a lot…”
I laugh and say: “Yes… it just depends on whose side you look at – ours or the children’s.”
I also remember one godfather from Livno who in a couple of days found another 200 godfathers with whom we managed to break through the imaginary limit (which actually doesn’t exist) – of 1000 children.
And so, my dears, the Roadmaps began their journey.
As I wrote yesterday – bit by bit.
There is nothing in a hurry, if you want everything to be right.
Every child needs attention, every godfather needs attention. It takes time, it takes desire, it takes patience.
And everything falls into place.
Neither I nor Slavica have ever asked anyone – do you want to be godmother?
It is up to us to tell what we do. A person carries it in himself or not. I mean desire.
No one should ever be here by force. Already out of a desire to help these little diamonds of ours.
Because as someone said a long time ago – And what desire knows what is impossible. That’s really true.
