So basically I am in the Philippines due to flooding in Thailand, so here we are for 6 weeks. Weve been here for about a week and I have had a loss for words really. It took a while to get here (51 hour travel day) spent the day/night in the Bangkok airport so technically we went to Thailand but not really.
There is so much going on here its been borderline overwhelming-another reason why blogging seems impossible for me right now.. but I guess I can share the last day of my life..
I have showered three times in the last 24 hours. Once after we got done unloading over 1100 boxes that were 30ish pounds each full of food from Kids Against Hunger (thanks for sending the food kids against hunger) so that shower was from sweat. Also its humid here so you sweat more.
Up the hill from where we live, there are about 30 kids who live in this home, some sexually abused, some orphaned, some forgotten, some discarded. Every single one of them are absolutely adorable. I go there a lot and play with the kids-one girl Maricel in particular.
The next shower was this afternoon after I got back from digging. There is a massive dirt mound that is in the ‘room’ where delivering mothers will be able to go to have babies instead of their homes, so were in the process of clearing that space out. That shower was from being physically dirty.
This last shower happened tonight after we went to hang out with some kids that live on the street. They go every Thursday and bring dinner and love on some kids who some sleep in the alleys, some are children of prostitutes, some are prostitutes, some are just poor. All of them have a story and of the little bit of the stories I heard tonight, each one broke my heart. One kid, Christian, I thought was a girl because he had a dress on, come to find out he just has a lot of older sisters and dresses are easier to come by. His mom is 31 and has had 10 kids already, her first kid at 15. Kids ran up to the truck we pulled up in and jumped on before we even stopped. They continued to jump on you for the rest of the night. There were a couple times I had a little girl, Christian's older sister Christina, on my shoulders and as we swung around her feet went in my mouth. She didn’t have shoes. This last shower was to wash the dirtiness the life on the street brings.
You cannot help what family you were born into. You cannot help where you were born. You cannot help the life you have been brought into. It's not fair and I don't understand it..
