I grew up in a private Christian school. I knew there were richer families and poorer families, but everyone there had the money to send their kids to a private school.
I grew up in the suburbs. In the suburbs there is poverty but it's invisible.
I went to Argentina, and I suppose everyone was poor, so you didn't really notice that anyone was.
I went to university. College students spend money like they're rich. They tend to spend based on the lifestyle they expect to have when they graduate and are making lots of money (they hope).
Then I graduated, along with all my peers, and we walked into cities where the rich and the poor stand side by side. They sit across from each other in the park, and bump into each other on the train.
It's strange. The poor aren't invisible. They're very close.
I found myself wishing I had a bike. At first I just wanted to get around fast. I don't like to wait, or walk. Later I wanted it because people don't ask you for 50¢ when you're on a bike.
It's strange. I suppose I won't be able to ignore them anymore.
Well, I could probably get over it if I tried, but I don't think God wants me to "get over it."
2 comments:
yeah dude. So what are you going to do?
hmm, still working on that part. I mean in a general sense I'll be giving financially, but that's vague, impersonal, and also not a full story. I still have a lot of blanks to fill in.
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