I never thought I would feel as frustrated as I did on the mission trip, let alone the first 12 hours. The absolute difference between rich and poor was incomprehensible. Anyone who has ever been to downtown Denver has seen the magnificent capital building. Its beautiful architecture is unmatched, and yet, not twenty yards away, a man is sleeping in the park with literally nothing to his name.
The city of Denver is a peculiarly economically diverse city. Within less then ten minutes, you can go from the projects of Denver, to the actual mansion of Molly Brown (yes, the unsinkable Molly Brown). Before tonight, I never had an exact definition of social injustice.
When I woke up this morning, I felt that nothing I could do on this trip could possibly help anyone. I felt my efforts would be a small band-aid on a ridiculously huge gash that would not stop bleeding. My attitude changed when I met Awaleh. He had no father and his mother was probably living pay check to pay check. This little preschooler was easily the most happy and content kid I have met in a long time. His constant stream of energy changed the way I looked at this mission. I can sincerely say that my hope for the future week is rejuvenated.
Miles Kent '13
Hi, Miles: It's me, your first teacher from when you were 3 years old in preschool. I remember you as a kind and caring child and what a delight it is to see you growing up into a kind and caring young man. Very cool for me that your story of this trip is about a preschooler. God is everywhere when you are looking for Him.
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