I came home from work on Monday night to discover my whistle had arrived!
I was giddy with excitement and immediately loped the chain around my neck, where it stayed until I changed into pajamas for the night. (I may or may not have delayed changing into pajamas a bit longer than usual, simply to keep wearing the whistle . . . )
And then I discovered a second gift for the day.
She left a comment for us that reads:
All of this totally blissed me out!
So then, of course, I went straight to social media. :-)
And then, of course, Facebook:
A few comments came out of the woodwork on Facebook:
Another friend tweeted in response that she’d also received hers:
Is this exciting, or what?!
So this makes me wonder:
What kind of stories are emerging out there as we wear our whistles for peace?
Yesterday, I wore mine to work in a snazzy justice-themed ensemble: dark blue jeans, black Seek Justice tee that supports International Justice Mission, charcoal gray blazer, and shiny black Mary Jane heels.
And, of course, the whistle.
I had a chance to share the story once with a co-worker who admired it when I stepped inside her office.
I admit, I was a little clumsy in my first telling.
But still, the story can’t help but shock and educate.
This is a symbol of protest, I said.
It’s a symbol of activism.
And 100 percent of the proceeds helps rehabilitate those young boys who are lucky enough to be rescued from the front lines of war.
It felt surreal to cup the whistle in my hand, tell the story, and know that right in that moment young boys were dying at the sound of their falling whistles, one by one by one.
This cannot — and should not — be.
If you haven’t bought your whistle yet, you can buy yours here today.
And if you have received yours:
Have you shared any whistleblowing conversations yet? What were they like?