Hubby and I have just recently finished watching a very interesting documentary in which two friends left from the top of Scotland and rode their motorcycles all the way down through Africa to the very bottom, to Cape Town. (Long Way Down)
I was particularly fascinated by this documentary because four of our Compassion daughters live in Africa. As I watched the two friends travel across the vast expanse of Africa, it was like I was right there with them … getting to see what Africa is truly like!
Across Ethiopia … wow! … so that’s what Ethiopia is like! This is where our Compassion daughter lives!
Across Uganda … wow! … so that’s what Uganda is like! This is where our Compassion daughter lives!
Across Rwanda … wow! … so that’s what Rwanda is like! This is where our Compassion daughter lives!
It felt like we were right there with them on their trip! Getting to meet the people and see what the landscape was like.
Many nights they pulled off to the side of the road and asked a local village if they could camp there with them. They would sit around the campfire with the local villagers, sharing a meal together, and hearing what their life was like.
Throughout their journey they would often stop and chat with whomever they came across … hearing their story and what their life was like.
Hubby and I had just finished watching the last episode of this documentary, when the next morning hubby sent me this photo from his work breakroom. These were his thoughts:
“Found this interesting — on the right is a water machine. It is networked to the cloud, and dispenses water, keeping track of how many plastic bottles are saved. It requires network, power, etc. … On the left is a faucet. The one on the left works to dispense water also.
“The one on the right is broken. Interesting. If I was in Africa, I would be blown away at running water and worried that the faucet would break, because I would be so grateful that I didn’t have to get the water from a stream.
“These steps from stream … to faucet … to computer to get water is interesting to think about.”
The contrast is staggering.
Are we grateful?
Are we grateful for the “little things”? Because to someone else it isn’t a “little thing” at all! To someone else, that thing which we take for granted might actually be a “really big thing!”
