I was stunned...almost breathless at the living conditions I saw right before my eyes. Shacks, no more like huts, qualified as homes. And these huts looked like something our children would build in the backyard. A good stiff wind could easily blow these over.
They were stacked right against each other...thousands of them.
The ground was dirt and running streams of waste meandered through the make-shift village.
I saw men cutting acres and acres of grass with a hand scythe. The just sat there, cutting the grass by hand...literally.
I saw children covered in filth. Little clothing and covered in days of grime and dirt. They played in and around this make-shift village.
I saw people LIVING off a trash heap.
Mothers digging through trash to feed their children. And children playing on the trash.
Now..I serve women and children in poverty in the United States.
I am surprised by the difference...
My moms all have insurance. Each mom has said yes to Medicaid.
I walk into their houses and see groceries everywhere. True, there are usually half-eaten granola bars strewn about the house and umpteen goldfish crackers spread out across the kitchen table, but there IS food.