Thursday, July 10, 2014


Saying goodbye to friends in rural Djibouti is hard as  I leave for home and an easier life.
Is there a way to share?  Am I doing what I can?

When I think about my friends and the way they live, I'm tempted to sell everything and go work where they do.  Is there a way to balance things out?  In Texas yesterday, I saw a grocery store the size of a small town; it had dozens of kinds of pretty much everything, and I remember my friends who've never been in a grocery store.

It's hard to imagine one of them walking down the block-long, air conditioned aisles, seeing a hundred different kinds of cookies or cereal or canned things.  And a cart full of groceries would cost them three months income or more.  We live in such a fractured world.