It haunts you. It can suffocate you. Last time I was in Ukraine I wanted to scream it all away if I could. Being surrounded by poverty in the town where I made "homebase" was almost unendurable. I wanted to leave. Fortunately, after a few weeks I was able to.
But it never really leaves you. And to know there are so many people there who I care deeply about who can never leave poverty is so very heart breaking. Haunting to the depths of one's soul. Poverty hides in many places of the world to those who have not eyes to see, but once you truly know it is there, and how rife it is, you can never live the same.
To hear from young university graduates of their tears of helplessness as they describe the living conditions, their inability to repair or fix all that is broken in the lives of their families, like hauling water from old, decaying rusty pipes that no one has money to fix, moves one to act.
But one is not enough. I need you, and I am not talking about the guy next to you or the invisible person around the corner. I mean you.
But it never really leaves you. And to know there are so many people there who I care deeply about who can never leave poverty is so very heart breaking. Haunting to the depths of one's soul. Poverty hides in many places of the world to those who have not eyes to see, but once you truly know it is there, and how rife it is, you can never live the same.
To hear from young university graduates of their tears of helplessness as they describe the living conditions, their inability to repair or fix all that is broken in the lives of their families, like hauling water from old, decaying rusty pipes that no one has money to fix, moves one to act.
But one is not enough. I need you, and I am not talking about the guy next to you or the invisible person around the corner. I mean you.
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