Baby doll heads, restaurant leftovers, biohazard hospital trash, used needles, endless trash.
That’s how we see it, but others see it as a source of income…an endless daily job.
You hear of it. You see the children rummaging through trash on the infomercials asking for donations on TV. But this day I walked amongst it…stunned. It’s real stuff guys!
Elderly women, little children, fathers and mothers, teenagers who should be in school.
These are the Filipino poorest of the poor searching for a way to survive.
up of Filipino peoples resting under old tarps shading a spot of rest amongst the debris. Smiles, still in the midst of a life of trash digging, these people smile with a sincere joy. I have trouble wrapping my mind around that. We continue on our journey down, around, over, and up mounds of trash. I feel contaminated as I walk over leftover bloody bandages amidst obvious hospital trash. I see a man emptying a Coke bottle filled with used needles so he can keep the plastic for money. We bought fresh drinking water and food for the people there. I see an elderly woman covered in long clothes and a huge hat. I ask if she wants some food. She lifts her hat off, and has the biggest smile one her face. Her neck is swollen 3 times its size. My heart just breaks as I see her.
Further on I see some boys young and old. Just past the junk yard is a small village of people who made it their home. There is a river right next to the heaps of trash and just a few hundred yards away a mother and her kids are washing their clothes in the trash infested waters.
