Last night it rained. Fortunately our shantytown was prepared. There was a trap over our heads and cardboard under our bodies. Although I didn’t get wet, the rain made itself known. The pitter-patter on the tarp could not be ignored. Each drop was a reminder of how lucky I was to have a tarp.
I used to believe that projects like this were insensitive to people that actually have to live in these conditions. At anytime last night I could have walked two blocks to my warm, dry, house. Others don’t have this option. For some people this is not simply a five day experiment at their University, but instead this is their life. I remember the first time I thought about this problem. My friend Isaac Beachy stopped wearing shoes and some people were critical of him because he had shoes and just didn’t wear them.
More on this later, I have to prepare for class…
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