If I Could Open my Eyes any Wider, I Would Certainly Need to Remove my Eyelids
It has likely become obvious at this point; I enjoy continuing a motif if one is present. It is to my understanding that the teenagers would call this, “beating a dead horse with a stick.” The statement that this trip has been eye-opening has been stated ad nauseam, however, it still holds merit. The last day in the NGO, my colleagues and I had the opportunity to interview some of the people living within the building. They shared their stories, their hopes, their fears, and their experiences within the building. To describe all of the stories that we were told would constitute another violation of picture to content ratio. In order to spare the readers of this trips blog, as numerous they surely must be, I will end this final post with a double sided anecdote. As I sat there listening to the adults, their faces told a story of the many harsh trials and tribulations they surely faced. It became difficult to one point. The s...