


Now to the sore part. There are 2 little girls in the neighborhood that are street kids. They have parents, but the parents don't provide or care for them. Last Tuesday one of them was in the parking lot of the supermarket and went in the store with me. After I got the cheese I wanted I got some bread and meat for her to make a big sandwich. On Thursday I saw her again close to the same place. She looked very sick. I ask her what was wrong she said she was OK. I ask if she was hungry she said yes very. I brought her to my house and gave her some rice and laoka (meat sauce)that we had for lunch. She came in and when she was talking to me while eating I ask when was her last meal she said on Tuesday when I gave her the bread and meat. The next day the sister came to my door and I gave them some rice to take home and cook and some fruit. I see these girls often and try to buy them food when I see them. Another thing that makes my heart sore is the corner on the way to my house at night. It is like an open area bar. Every night there are many people on the corner drinking and drunk. Some times you can't even get through the street because there are so many standing there drinking. How can one little girl go 2 days without food and others have money to drink every night. It also makes me sad to see people sleeping on the side of the road because they have no home. Poverty is great here and many have lost their jobs since the presidential take over in 2009. For many there are no jobs to be found, not that they don't want to work or try to find work. There just isn't work for all.
Thanks for reading my post. Sorry for the play on words. It just seemed so right for the title.
Blessings
Sandi Horen
Serving Christ in Madagascar