I’ve sat in church. Seen slide shows.
Read National Geographic, Voice of Martyrs. Perused albums of other trips on Facebook.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the environment.
Exposed electrical wires dangling from dank hallways.
Rusting metal stairs steeper than the highest intensity stair master back home. And these tykes climb these.
All the time.
Their playground was the ROOF. A flat concrete slab with the occasional tricky step or exposed steel and not a single guard rail.
He sits in a creaking folding chair on the roof or on the floor in his room with his back to the wall, too scared to take a step.
Can you blame him?
All infants and tots wearing soiled adult diapers.
How to keep them fed, clothed, clean, medicated, and schooled?
I don’t have an answer.
Even in conditions as this, He cares.
Written by Kristin Gray