Finding A Way to Come to Terms
Trip Start Jun 28, 2013
62Trip End Aug 25, 2014
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After eating a delicious lemon grass fish at a local restaurant, followed by a refreshing mango shake at a coffee shop, where I comfortably lounged on an oversized chair, I couldn't help but feel guilty to have splurged on myself (even if in total the cost was under 10 US dollars). As Carter and I waited for the right multi cab to effortlessly take us to the gate of our apartment, I also couldn’t help but notice a little boy across the street on a pedicab. As he slept peacefully along one of the major roads in the city at 10 pm, I noticed his father nearby squatting by the curb, digging through the left over bags of garbage. Behind me stood the oldest church in Tacloban, and in front of me a person clearly in need of grace and humility. It is times like these that I cannot stand by and simply observe; my heart aches and I cannot let myself walk away
I walked across the street to a food stand and bought two large meat filled pastries, Siopao, and slowly walked up to the man. I felt his eyes on me as I was handed the food, and as I walked up to him he peered up at me curiously, but never stood to meet my eyes. In these situations I always feel many words are not needed, so I simply said "Here Kuya, God Bless you," smiled at his child’s relaxed face and walked away.
Sunday I was picking up my clean laundry from the laundry shop down the street from my house. As I waited for the sale woman to bring my chance a little boy peeked his head inside and said in a low, hardened voice “Ate, Palit ka?” (Ate you buy) and he held up his small bags of boiled peanuts. I smiled at him and waited for my change
I find buying food to be so much more meaningful than giving money to those in need or those asking for help. I wish I could buy food for every single person I saw that was hungry. In Cangumbang especially, if I did so, I would be handing out food nearly all day. Even Tuesday morning when I visited Cangumbang for a short period, my little Jon-Jon was able to eat three big rolls of bread.
It is hard to put these lessons in to words, without the daily experience of them, the constant witnessing and observing. But I hope my words can express the true struggles of others for food and resources.