(apparently the most expensive vase ever, worth over $10 million)
For other unfortunate individuals, their clay was of such poor quality to begin with that they could never even hope to begin shaping it. This is the kind of thing that I have been seeing and realizing more and more while in Kenya. When I see some of the conditions that the children live in and the difficulties that they face, I don't know what to realistically hope for them. Is it a life where they can live with a loving family? Maybe a home where they are not abused? A future without HIV? Certainly not living in the suburbs in a house with a 4-car garage, a white picket fence, a beautiful family, and a golden retriever that greets you every morning with a newspaper in its mouth.
It hurts me to say this and I hope that I am wrong, but it seems that no matter how hard some of these kids worked or how many "right" choices they make in their life, the ceiling of reality would quickly crush any lofty ambitions and keep them trapped in the cycle of poverty.
Remand Center (Juvenile Detention Center)
Image of woman and child outside African Church
Children playing on the street in the slums
A hospital waiting room
children outside their home (?)
So how should I react to this? Surely, I should be (and I am) grateful for what I have given, but beyond that, I'm not so sure. I see more clearly now than ever that we are not masters of our own destiny but rather recipients and stewards of an amalgam of favorable gifts, conditions, and blessings. Indeed, there have been several characteristics of the poverty here which have been particularly revealing during my time here: the lack of incentive to make right choices, extreme consequences of poor choices, and the spirit of poverty. I will write more about these more in a future post
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