In a way, I've seen it. I don't want to see more. I don't want to stay in a house in a village tonight. Tears will be shed again. We have it so much better than they do. I like my carpet but the floors here are often concrete.
On the other hand we toured the Sworthe tea factory (and saw an ABB switchboard) which is shipped internationally as Rwanda Tea Packers Ltd. Also, seeing the myriad reactions as my compatriots experience poverty for the first time first hand is rewarding. Everybody who has it as well as most Americans have it should see how the rest of the world lives. My wealth makes me sick.
We are in Ruhengheri (I think that is how to spell it) which is the gateway city to the gorillas and Uganda and even the Congo. Tonight we are headed to a village of our host Sam.
This is the first donated house we dedicated yesterday. The young woman in the red sweater was the head of the house I believe her parents were dead or gone and she raised her brothers. Those are some cooking utensils we gave her. Mind you, I didn't donate any money to this particular cause. Talk about feeling guilty at a presentation of a $3,000 house and $75 worth of supplies when I didn't help at all. It is emotional.
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