I knew first-hand the physical pain hunger brought to the body, and the hollow sound of an empty stomach that had nothing to sustain one's being. When I was so hungry, my head hurt, I hallucinated and I was dizzy. Hence, I couldn't fathom the thought of sending my child to bed without food, no matter what he/she did.
Now I live in the richest country of the world, and see homeless people everywhere! Besides having no home, they are having no foods to eat either. I saw an array of these people at my church on Wednesday and Friday mornings when they come in from the cold, and have one simple peanut butter sandwich for lunch.
For those two days only, these homeless people were fed and were full temporary! Where do they go for meals on other days or how do they get foods to nurture their body? It amazed me that we always seem to reach out and take care of other countries, but the problem of the homeless, and the hunger remain high in our own homeland.
Churches made extra collection of donation and then disburse it to other countries while all around them, closer to home, the suffering continues. You might think that I have a small mind, but this just doesn't sit right with me. If I have extra money, I would prefer to give to the homeless old man that I saw slept under the bridge bypass, than try to take care of another country.
My world would be beautiful if all of the hunger and homeless people were taken care of first in this country, before taking on other countries' problem. I know, all humans are God's children and we have the responsibility to help them, but then there is nothing wrong with taking care of our own people either.
(Listed in Mish-Mash Series)