Why is the world so unfair? Why do I have so much while others have so little? Why do I get 120 cordobas for lunch and another 120 for dinner when kids like Mikey have to sell chicle all day and then give all the money to his mom.
I met Mikey at lunch today. He's 9 years old. He sells chicle from 7a-7p everyday. Phanie bought him lunch. I saw him again before dinner and bought him some water. My dinner was 65 cordobas. How can I think to spend my money on souvenirs when Mikey probably doesn't make that much in a week? Why am I so blessed? And it's hard to enjoy my own life and these blessings. It's hard not to feel guilty. But what can I do?
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ReplyDeleteJess.. this is how i exactly thought when i was in guatemala.. what did i do so good in my life to be born in the wealthy country, sent to the united states and 'experience' guatemala while guatemalans are like working for living (more like eating to be alive)and they are not even guaranteed to go to the heaven you know...
also, i recently think of justice a lot (it's our school theme: the justice)and worldly expression of love is the justice, i thought. i try to stand upright in the world in order to accomplish christ's love. glad to know someone's seeing the things i see.