What We Give Returns: A Lesson in Courage and Change

On February 26, 2026, at Redemption Hospital in New Kru Town, Monrovia, Liberia, I went into labor and was later taken for surgery. Afterward, I was placed in the recovery room and then moved to the baby mothers’ ward. The next day, while I was still weak and healing, something happened that changed my mindset forever.

I saw a group of girls dressed in white, moving through the ward, distributing sanitary pads and teaching mothers how to use them. At first, I didn’t think much of it until I looked closer. Their faces were familiar. Moments later, a group of them approached me, greeted me warmly, and sat by my side. To my amazement, they were my own students the same girls I had taught about the menstrual cycle, the same ones I had given pads to during our workshops. And now, here they were, standing tall, educating older women, and even teaching me about postpartum bleeding. They gave me pads to carry me through my recovery.

I was overwhelmed. In that moment, I realized that what we give today truly comes back tomorrow.

WHO DID I SUPPORTED

I supported young girls in my community girls who had grown up believing menstruation was shameful and who lacked access to basic resources. They were shy, hesitant, and often silenced by cultural norms.

WHAT I GAVE

I gave them my time, my voice, and the little resources I could gather. Through Destiny’s Foundation for Girls, I provided sanitary pads, organized workshops, and created safe spaces for open conversations. I shared my own story of resilience, showing them that their bodies are not a source of shame but of strength.

THE RIPPLE OF CHANGE

The ripple was extraordinary. Those same girls who once lowered their heads now raise their voices. They became educators themselves, mentoring peers and even reaching out to older women in hospitals. Families began to listen, and communities started to shift. And in my most vulnerable moment, they gave back to me proving that courage is contagious and that empowerment multiplies when shared.

Through giving, I gained hope. Hope that when one woman dares to stand up, others will follow. Hope that the seeds we plant today will grow into forests of change tomorrow. And hope that together, across borders and generations, we can create a world where every girl knows her worth.

When I joined World Pulse, I knew nothing about stories or about someone who doesn’t see you but still cares for you. Until I wrote my first story and guess what, I was given an Honorarium for it. Through that gift and the online lessons I attended, I chose to give back to society and opened a small foundation that has now demonstrated something truly meaningful. To World Pulse and all my sisters, I am very grateful.