A drop of water...

Last Saturday was international water day.

Without water we have no life.  Everyone knows that.

I received the following e-mail from WWF last week:

Hi there, I'm Droplet, but my friends call me Drop. I'd like to share with you a story about my epic journey. Like most interesting tales, it began one stormy afternoon. I found myself hurtling out of the sky towards the earth at break-neck speed. Down I rained, withthousands of other droplets, torpedoing into a little stream far below. The current caught us and I felt like I had entered a super waterslide. Sploshing and splashing, I twisted down the stream into a river. Just as I became accustomed to the twisting river, we came to an unexpected stop in a large body of water. I felt dazed, confused and dirty after my long journey. But the journey had just begun… As I floated with others like me, feeling sick and travel weary, I was channelled through a canal into gravity pipelines, towards a water treatment plant. I was sure I would suddenly evaporate into the atmosphere, from exhaustion and heat, like so many of my newfound friends. Was my journey going to end before it had really started? In my anxiety, I recall floating through a giant screen. That heavy, grimy, sick feeling seemed to lift from me. Most of the large pieces of dirt that had collected on me during my travels through the river had been left behind. I felt cleaner, happier, but not yet 100%. Who knew water purification could be this exciting? As abruptly as we had arrived at the treatment plant, we were immersed in chlorine and filtered through silica sands and pebbles which disinfected us from harmful micro-organisms and any leftover debris. I thought the best had come and gone, as I tumbled into a reservoir. Just as I started to get comfortable, we were sucked into a pipeline that travelled underground towards the big city. My journey had finally reached its climax as I burst out of a tap into a giant white tub. A person got into it, bathed and then collected us into a bucket and threw us onto flower beds in a garden. Finally some resting time, I thought, as I nestled into the soil, drifting off to sleep in the hot sun. I vaguely remember becoming weightless and evaporating as the flowers around me bloomed. I knew that my journey had not come to an end but that a new adventure was waiting for me in the clouds from where I had come… Thank you for reading the inspiring story of 'Drop'. Water doesn't come from a tap. To find out where your water comes from, go to www.journeyofwater.co.za

If you go to http://www.journeyofwater.co.za, you'll be taken to this page on their web site:

Click on the blue "Locate" button below "Find your nearest water source" - you'll be amazed at the facts and figures they provide.

Reading their "10 ways to save water" - inspiring!  Help spread the word - please...