My neighbor.

I don't want to go to bed hungry.

I don't want to beg for money.

I don't want to drink dirty water.

I don't want my child to grow up alone.

I don't want to have to sell myself to live.

I don't want to make less then two dollars a day.

I don't want to live a hopeless nightmare then die to a never ending nightmare.

Mark 12:31
..Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself..


The person in the nice house beside of me is MY neighbor.


The woman pregnant by rape a town over is MY neighbor.


The dying man in Africa is MY neighbor.


The fatherless child in Peru is MY neighbor.


The millions around the world are MY neighbors.


So why are MY neighbors hungry, lonely, scared, and dying from preventable disease?

Am I not living out the Bible?

Am I not loving EVERY SINGLE ONE of MY NEIGHBORS? Am I just picking the ones that don't need as much help?


The question that makes me stay up at night is this...
What if I get to heaven and I meet the beggar I passed on the street and he says why didn't you stop and help me...

       

                   My new Peruvian life:

                                           My new life of studying!....

Writing questions on my hand so I can talk to people!