When I was hungry....(part 3)

I came home and went straight to the shower. I took a nice hot shower, bathe myself with soothing lotion, laid down on my nice comfortable bed in an air-conditioned room. I have this luxury and I thank God for it but I broke down because I could not reconcile in my head the images of the parents and the kids living in the dumpsite. You've heard me rant about being clean inspite of being poor....but in this situation how can you?