Heart Breaking

Yesterday I looked out our front window and saw this little boy in the dumpster bin. He was sorting through the rubbish picking out all the paper, cardboard and plastic bottles. He filled his bag and was on his way to the next big bin where he probably had to contend with the local cows and dogs.

Seeing this breaks my heart. This poor little boy was no older than our Sam and this is how he has to help support his family. The thought of my chlidren having to get into this dumpster bin kills me. How fortunate we are to have been born into a culture where this type of life is pretty much unheard of. I know there are lots of people who find life a struggle at home but at least they have the support of the Government. There is no help in this country for the homeless and unfortunate. How can we help these people? This thought goes through my mind on a daily basis. We are told not to give money to the beggers on the street corner so now we keep a packet of biscuts in the car and we hand those out. It's not what they want, money would be better, but I am not supporting the boss that takes the money from them at the end of the day. Yesterday we had an elderly lady begging at the car window, we gave her some biscuts and the look of disgust on her face was priceless she then proceeded to throw the biscuts on the ground. Not a happy customer. So this is the sort of thing we deal with every day, sometimes you cope with seeing this better than others, but I hope our time here will help our children see how lucky they are. We live in hope that the poverty situation will improve for these people.