📍 San Pedro Sula, Honduras
A friend here told me about a time that she invited an American traveling in Honduras into her home. She said that when he walked through the front door, he started crying, as he saw the poverty in which she lived. My friend told me that his reaction to the home she took pride in caring for angered her, because "there are many worse things in life than being poor."
As Americans, or anyone who has grown up in a first world country, we are financially and materially much "better off" than a majority of the world. I think it's so important to be conscious of that. However, I also think that sometimes this awareness causes us to think that we're some kind of "superheroes" when we go into third world countries.
The thing is that Hondurans, or anyone living in poverty, don't need our self-righteous pity. Yes, there may be financial or material needs that we can meet, but I think that we often miss out on all that we are also given while sharing life with the people we think we're giving so much to.
Witnessing extreme poverty IS heartbreaking, and especially when we first see it, I think it is probably necessary to take time to process that. But I refuse to pity my friends that I love and respect so much.
Wealth doesn't make someone a superhero, and poverty doesn't make someone a needy saint. We all have different backgrounds, experiences, abilities, and weaknesses, and benefit greatly when we recognize the common humanity in us all and share life with one another.
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