A dump of a day

This is the Susua dump. This is where my trash goes, along with several other towns and many hotels and resorts.

The dump is an experience that is hard to take in. It is filled with men women and children, all who go there to scavenge. They find and collect anything and everything they might be able to sell, like cans, plastic bottles, or wire. They also collect food. they know which food is good for consumption and they will use it in stew. Anything rotten they gather and sell to pig farmers. Some people even live in the dump. There houses are made from flattened out coffee cans, scrap metal, tarps, cardboard and anything else they can find. Some of the local farmers even let their cattle graze in the dump. Crossroads, our friends and next door mission organization, has been leading their groups to the dump for 10 years now. They were kind enough to lead some of our work teams as well. Going to the dump consists of walking around having fellowship with the people, talking and shaking hands. We end up under the shade of large tree where the Haitians gather around and sing songs, many praising the Lord, and beating on homemade drums. After a few moving solos by some of the braver men we start passing out food and water. A simple meal, bread, salami and cold water. With each man woman or child that passes through the line, you can't help your eyes from getting heavy with tears. We are feeding Jesus.