I saw the Mexican women carrying buckets of muddy river water on their heads as they trudged up muddy streets that had never been paved, and were likely to never be paved. I may have thought that my life was difficult, but in reality it was nothing compared to what others had to go through. A picture of somebody's back yard in Mexico in 1995 I went back to Mexico again in 1997, I went with church and the church went with a group called Teen Mania. I was a mime in the drama that our group performed. While there, are missions team visited what was an actual junk yard.
People ere living in what others had thrown away.
Just seeing the way that others lived, shocked me back to the reality that the things that I thought mattered did not really amount to much. It was truly an experience that I will never forget. A sobering picture of how some people are actually forced to live. My dad got remarried in July of 1998. The family that was already large, became even larger.