But, sewage is a part of life, and it is necessary. Getting it out of my house is mandatory...for my sanity and health too. We all have it...we just don't like to talk about it, do we?
In a community outside of Guatemala City, Sacjavailla, there lived a single mom whose life involved sewage daily...and not the way you and I deal with it. She had to work daily since her husband was long gone. Her three kids stayed home without her and played and worked. They lived IN sewage. IN it, people.
They lived at the bottom of a dirt path on the bottom side of a hill. All of the sewage from the homes above them flowed down to their tin shack. It was in their yard much like a stream. It made its way into their water supply and they drank it, cooked with it, and bathed in it. It was their life.
Grateful for your clean water yet?
Then along came a team of men last November who tore down their old house and built them a new one. The kids even got bunk beds, which they proudly showed off to me yesterday. More importantly, they have a concrete path to their house so they are not stepping in sewage daily. And, they have a clean water supply...no more poop in the dinner.
My struggles seem to disappear quickly in light of what Josephina and her family face daily. How about yours?
PS This family is generously sponsored by one of the guys who met them in November. Look for opportunities in the coming weeks to help other families in desperate need!
