Shallow
“I had a bottle of water and an apple in my backpack that I gave to this one little girl, she might have been 5 or so. I think it was the first taste of clean water she had ever had in her life, and she didn’t quite know what to do with the apple. Had she ever seen a whole apple? Ever? I started thinking about what her life had been like, and how she must have felt about some foreign white guy suddenly showing up and giving her this crystal clear water and a fresh red apple. I cried. You would have to have been there I guess. I cried again that night, but much deeper. I realized how shallow life is for us fat Americans, and how something as simple as a bottle of spring water and an apple can be such a huge deal to someone.” $robert, on his ‘95 short-term missions trip to Guatemala