another kick in the shins

just as i'm feeling bad about how much stuff i have, i get an email from my missionary friend in Guatamala:

"When starving cattle rush toward your pickup truck to eat whatever garbage they can find, when feathers from scavenger birds line the ground so thick that it looks like a layer of ash over an old fire, when flies fill the air, and when the smell of animal entrails, garbage, cattle, and whatever else is so strong and so bad that you are literally scared of where you're at, you don't expect to see people there. You don't expect to see men, women, even barefoot children there searching for food or whatever they can find. These are the poor people in Guatemala."