Tomorrow I will
begin the trek back to one of my favorite places on earth. Each year I return to Peru with a number of
overwhelming feelings. Here are my thoughts as I embark on this journey.
I moved to a new apartment this summer. Two thoughts plagued
me during that chaotic time:
1. Why didn’t I choose
a career that would allow me to afford a house sooner?
2. Why do I have SO
MUCH STUFF???
With every move (and
throughout the year), I make a genuine effort to pare down what I own. I still manage to keep much more than I need. Over the past few weeks I’ve been working to
find a place for everything in my new apartment. Once the cabinet and closet doors are closed,
I tend to forget all that is behind them.
Until I visit these bedrooms
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Cesar Vallejo Casa |
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Baby Casa |
and see these shoes
and compare work environments.
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the school at the Community |
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classroom |
Even my "necessities" (A/C, grocery money, electricity, running water) seem excessive in light of what the rest of the world has. That's when the true disparity sets in and guilt isn't far behind. Which leads to a time of discomfort and questioning.
Should I sell all my
possessions and give them to the poor?
Yes.
Am I actually going
to?? Not likely.
How can I continue
to live like this???
When I take a moment
to step back from my guilt, I am able to more clearly see the good that can
come from excess. Without my extra
income (and the generous donations of friends and family), I would never have
traveled to Peru.
And it was in Peru
that I met Ever.
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Elias & Ever |
Two years ago Ever was a helper for the casa that I worked with. Although his English and my Spanish were limited, I was able to see his kind spirit. Over the course of the week we managed to form a special bond. I don't know Ever's story. I hope to someday ask him.
Last year it took me
two days to track him down. He was so
busy with chores that he wasn’t able to participate in the activities with the
rest of the kids. On the last afternoon,
he wasn’t at the farewell party. I
started asking about him again, determined to see him one more time before we
left. I looked up to see him running
across the soccer field to find ME. We
hugged and danced and laughed and took pictures. That’s when I realized the good of what my
excess has done. You see, there’s this
precious teenage orphan who lives in a different hemisphere, but he knows that I love him and will to everything I can
to return each summer.
So when I check my
banking account or go shopping for new clothes and the wave of guilt comes back
to me, I face it head on. Don’t get me
wrong, I can still be caught up in consumerism as much as the next rich person,
but there are bigger things at work in my life.
And there is no room for excess guilt.