For my paying job, I work with abused children and their families, doing in-home therapy. We are trained to look at risk factors and have a very low tolerance for anything that endangers a child. Seeing some of the poverty here (and I know that I only saw it through the window of a taxi yesterday) and the conditions in which children live is not at all easy for me. I think of how lucky I am at being able to see my two year old son and my nine year old daughter grow up healthy and happy, enjoying the luxuries that are so far from reach for a great part of the world’s population.
Chad has beautiful people, and I know that the father of that, at the most, five year old girl I saw walking with her even younger sister on the dirt roads of N’D and just barely missing being run over by a young taxi driver (that will just not slow down but would rather honk) loves his girls as much as I love my children. But, what are their hopes?
We’ll soon be going out to the camps. Hundreds of thousands of refugees have been pouring into this country, which itself needs support. I feel inadequate to talk about the problem or the possible solutions to the huge challenges a country like Chad faces, so I’ll just leave it at that…for now.