My good friend Eric shared his thoughts on today and I think they are great– very succinct and honest. If it were me describing our first day working with the people who eek out a living in the stench and filth of the dump– it would read like War and Peace. Long.
We thought this was going to be the only beautiful thing in Guatemala and for the first 8 hours we were right.
Heading into the dump with a bag of tools.
Our first look at the dump complete with scavengers who rummage through tons of garbage 14 hours a day to make a living.
The morning dedication welcomed us to the family we were building for.
Vincenta, the mother, has sold her hand made tortillas from behind the corrugated door
for years in the dump to purchase 500 cinder blocks (of which she was cheated out of 200) to build her house. The money contributed for the trip paid for the balance needed to complete the project.
Vincenta on the left is only 46 years old, 4′ 9″ tall and 90 pounds makes her tortillas. Sweet little Brenda helps out. She was the sunshine of my days there.
Up on a ladder inside the house before the roof goes on, we can see over to to the laundry hanging in the corner. There are FIVE “houses” in 40 feet.
Despite these living conditions the beauty of the people, especially the children, allowed the sun to shine throughout the day. Our hearts were filled with what we might be able to do if we dedicated ourselves to it.