09-27-2016, 09:55 AM
Well at least we are not Nicaragua...yet. When I was there, I saw quite a lot of kids on the boulevard leaving the airport tying to sell you fruit, wash your windshield, and just plain holding their hand out for something, anything. When I asked my friend why all the children begging, his response was "their parents brought them to the City under the excuse of buying them new clothes, then abandon them to fend on their own".
Later on in conversation with the locals as to why so many don't work, the common answer was "the government gave me the land to live on. I have a fruit tree and wild chickens to eat. The missionaries clothe me and my children and give my children toys and books. Why should I work? Alcoholism is so rampant there is practically an AA meeting house every couple of blocks in the rural towns.
I am writing this to show the parallels, but no child, I repeat no child should have to bear the effects of this lifestyle brought upon them by their parents anywhere in this world in this day and age. Also that is why the children in my neighborhood are always welcome to visit and have a meal or a snack, while taking the time to listen to what they have to say, maybe teach them how to fix or build something, and send them on their way letting them know they are always welcome to visit if I am home. The smell of fresh baked cookies usually tips them off I am there.
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Later on in conversation with the locals as to why so many don't work, the common answer was "the government gave me the land to live on. I have a fruit tree and wild chickens to eat. The missionaries clothe me and my children and give my children toys and books. Why should I work? Alcoholism is so rampant there is practically an AA meeting house every couple of blocks in the rural towns.
I am writing this to show the parallels, but no child, I repeat no child should have to bear the effects of this lifestyle brought upon them by their parents anywhere in this world in this day and age. Also that is why the children in my neighborhood are always welcome to visit and have a meal or a snack, while taking the time to listen to what they have to say, maybe teach them how to fix or build something, and send them on their way letting them know they are always welcome to visit if I am home. The smell of fresh baked cookies usually tips them off I am there.
Community begins with Aloha