Every morning we get picked up around 7:30 by a bus all filled with teachers and other staff at the Human Dignity Center. To get from our home to the HDC we drive through the town ship. We see the shacks and the people trough the front window as we pass by. Then we get to the school and spend the day with the children that live in those shacks, but as we're running around laughing with those kids we forget about those thousands and thousands of shacks we pass in the morning. We easily check out during the car ride and check back in when it's all hugs and the sweet sound of kid laughter.
Today was hard not only for me but my entire team. We we're required to check back in and Im not sure most of us were ready for it. The HDC not only works with kids but also tries to help as many people as possible in the community. We were asked if we wanted to help stage a "intervention" for a woman in the township who was living alone with one arm completely gone from a prior gun shot wound who could not clean her house. We of course said yes! I was excited to see the township. I was excited to see where the kids I had been playing with all week lived. Let me start by saying wow…. I walked in and could see that a thick layer of dirt covered almost everything. As I scrubbed the dirt and filth out of the cupboards I comforted myself thinking don't worry those kids live in these shacks but at least they are better then this. As I walked back I asked questions only to find out that those wonderful laughing kids were from the worst of the worst. I was broken how do you go back to that school to play with the kids and enjoy every minute of it? How do you ever do enough?
You trust The Lord , you pray like crazy, you do what you can, and you never forget them.
