Today I experienced something that really touched me. I don’t know how to put what I felt into words, but I will do my best in explaining.
Today I went to a feeding in Tent Village, a government funded place in which families live whose homes were destroyed. The houses are made of tin and wooden planks. They are small and without running water. Many of them are already partially falling apart and one would think that the people would be unhappy and the homes ugly. That was not the case. They were absolutely beautiful. Why, you may wonder. Well, let me tell you.
Ms. Neumann and I came across a man and his granddaughter. The man seemed so serene and his granddaughter was calm and sweet. He told Ms. Neumann about an owl he was keeping and very excited, Ms. Neumann asked if she could see the owl. The man agreed and led us to his home. Before the wall of the house were many plants, in many varieties. Some were green, others had flowers blooming, but all were alive and thriving. Further onto the property, against the terrace wall, was a line of cages. Inside were birds of all colours; blue, yellow, green and so on, and there was also the owl. They were all beautiful and so were the cages. They were made with an astonishing amount of care, as was the rest of the house we had the fortune to see.
This experience made me realize something very important. These people, who by our standards have nothing, have yet so much. They have so much love to give. Many are struggling for food and depend on feedings for a proper meal, but are so willing to share the little they do have with others, be they human or animal.
After having seen the family’s home, I realized the beauty of all the other houses. There is so much love and care put into the housings, I would find it hard to find anything other than pure beauty.
-Lara
Today I went to a feeding in Tent Village, a government funded place in which families live whose homes were destroyed. The houses are made of tin and wooden planks. They are small and without running water. Many of them are already partially falling apart and one would think that the people would be unhappy and the homes ugly. That was not the case. They were absolutely beautiful. Why, you may wonder. Well, let me tell you.
Ms. Neumann and I came across a man and his granddaughter. The man seemed so serene and his granddaughter was calm and sweet. He told Ms. Neumann about an owl he was keeping and very excited, Ms. Neumann asked if she could see the owl. The man agreed and led us to his home. Before the wall of the house were many plants, in many varieties. Some were green, others had flowers blooming, but all were alive and thriving. Further onto the property, against the terrace wall, was a line of cages. Inside were birds of all colours; blue, yellow, green and so on, and there was also the owl. They were all beautiful and so were the cages. They were made with an astonishing amount of care, as was the rest of the house we had the fortune to see.
This experience made me realize something very important. These people, who by our standards have nothing, have yet so much. They have so much love to give. Many are struggling for food and depend on feedings for a proper meal, but are so willing to share the little they do have with others, be they human or animal.
After having seen the family’s home, I realized the beauty of all the other houses. There is so much love and care put into the housings, I would find it hard to find anything other than pure beauty.
-Lara