Sunday, October 25, 2009
When poverty gets a face and a name
Meeting this family and sharing a few hours with them broke my heart and opened my desire to be a small part of the solution even more than before. They have so little, live so close to hunger and loss, are enclosed in a system they probably cannot escape, survive by creating places for Americans to relax and play, work hard, walk everywhere, live in sand, sand, sand.
Still they love their kids, who laugh and play however they can, including the water for the broken washer to spin.
Mariposa the dog had tried to take out Larrys heel earlier in the day, you can see how I won her heart and offered my lap for a while.