You know that feeling deep in your gut … when something just doesn’t settle right. I had that feeling today – except that is was deeper than just a feeling in my gut, it was like someone had just punched me harder than I’ve ever thought possible. And there was a lump stuck in my throat too, almost paralyzing me from doing anything. Honestly, I just wanted to throw up.
All of this was in response to our visit to the dump today. This was my first trip to the dump and I was not prepared for the emotions that hit me.
We went with soda, apples and taquitos to hand out to the people there. The people there were a combination of garbage workers and nearby dwellers sorting through the trash to find things for recycling or to find things for their homes. The smell was a mixture of burning trash and old stale foods. The amount bees and flies were enough for me to wish I had a fly swater.
Taking out the trash is one of my least favorite chores. So to think of working or living in the trash was something my mind couldn’t comprehend.
