Several months ago -- I can't recall the specific circumstances that led me there now -- I landed on a website called Falling Whistles that completely undid me. Perhaps it will undo you too.

Here is the video that greets you (in full-screen mode) upon arrival at their website:

[vimeo http://vimeo.com/7351545 w=500&h=350]

I can't tell you how many times I watched this video that first day. I watched it over and over again and just cried and cried.

Young boys.

Their bodies used as disposable buffers of war.

A shrill whistle cry their saving grace or single death knell.

How can this be?

I scoured the website, hungry for more information.

There, I found the journal entry referenced in the intro video above -- the one Sean Carasso wrote the day he met those boys.

Busco.

Bahati.

Serungendo.

Claude.

Sadiki.

The boys who changed his life.

I learned about the devastating war in the Congo that day.

I also learned about this remarkable band of impassioned activists at Falling Whistles that are spreading the word and asking for our help in doing the same.

Here is how we can help.

We can become whistleblowers for peace in Congo by purchasing a whistle on their website.

We can wear the symbolic whistle as a symbol of our protest.
We can wear it to raise awareness for the cause.
We can wear it to be reminded of those boys and the countless others who need our voices, our help, and our prayers.
We can wear it and know that 100 percent of the proceeds benefits the rehabilitation and advocacy of war-affected children in the Congo.

Today, thanks to the boon of an unexpected tax return, I finally purchased my whistle. I can hardly wait for it to arrive!

I will wear it proudly.

I will eagerly await the conversations it inspires with complete strangers.

And I will be reminded on an ongoing basis to pray for peace in Congo.

Will you?