Compassion
My first trip outside of the United States was for Christmas vacation during 4th Grade. My father had traveled all over the world with the Navy, but he chose to take us to Venezuela because my parents knew a missionary couple that was working in Caracus. We stayed in a nice hotel and took taxis around to see various sites. All around the city we could see large skyscrapers that where most of the rooms had broken and boarded up windows. Attached all around the buildings or sticking out of these windows were TV antennas. As we went further outside of the city we saw homes all along the hillsides built out of junk cars, cardboard, sheets of tin, old tires, and whatever else people could find to put up walls. The only consistent thing we saw were electric power lines going into and TV antennas sticking out of each makeshift home. We learned from the missionary couple that the makeshift homes along the hills were the original dwellings for the poor of their country. The used wha...