Accidents of Birth

   Its an accident of birth. An accident of birth that I have white skin, a nice home, food to eat, an education, and a high life expectancy. An accident that I am literate, have access to clean water, and dont have to pick through piles of trash along the road in order to survive.
  Its an accident of birth that my friends struggle with education, dont have clean water, healthcare, or food to eat. An accident that they have physical back breaking labor, and have to struggle to survive every day.
  We woke up to watch the sunrise at 5:30am. As the colors just began to dance across the horizon, bikes began to pass as we sat on our chairs relaxing. We can take the time out of our day to wake up "early" and relax as they have to get up and work all day at the market to earn less than $1.00.
   We went to church to find it filled with small children. The small American child was kept quiet by raisins and cashew nuts. The other children had protruding and malnourished bellies as they filled the wooden benches. An accident of birth.
   The most beautiful part is that these children filling the benches with their protruding bellies and little bodies danced and sang their little hearts out for their Jesus. The sight was so beautiful to see somebody with what we would consider as "nothing" have everything they will actually ever NEED.