The price of children is always rising. Inflation is still at 2% but the price of a child’s life doubles every few years. And one day they will call this a law, like Moore’s Law, that every two years the price of a child’s life will double. In the future, they will look at us in bafflement and ask whether it was true that you could save a child’s life for $5000. “How many children did you save?” they will ask with eyes wide open. And, like the regretful older man who never held onto his Mickey Mantle rookie card, found in a pack of gum sixty years ago, we will look at them and say:
“I threw them away.”
This piece isn't intended as an argument against delayed giving (though I think most such arguments would need to deny the premise of the piece). It's a story about not giving. It's about an older man, living in a time where saving a life in Kenya is like saving a life in Canada (that is, out of reach for most people), looking backward. Every year during that short window, he could have been a hero, saving one or more lives. He missed that chance and it doesn't exist anymore.