I no longer fear death, for I have been to Hell.--unknown
I no longer fear death, for I have been to Kamp Krusty.--Bart Simpson, The Simpsons
Where does one go for chicken fried chicken? In wha strange corner of our world can I find a pub that serves a six ounce steak, deepfried, as an appetizer?
Actually, the hotel was lovely. Some of the restaurants were very nice. Chicken Fried Chicken was on a menu, as an appetizer!
I didn't think I had ever seen such poverty, but then I remembered South Africa. Cape Town, and Soweto were my first experiences with poverty, gripping poverty. Dirt floors, crime, and shame were everywhere, along with a sense of joy I've never experienced anywhere else. People, too poor to feed their children, enjoyed their existence, had hope, and had made peace with their situation. There were no beggars. Everyone was trying to improve their situation on their own.
The streets of Seattle were filled with the poor, and homeless. There was something else though, hopelessness. People had given up, had nothing to do, no way to do anything. They couldn't help themselves, and were asking, begging for help from others.
It wasn't just money these people were asking for. To look in their eyes, one could see them begging for hope. They needed to know that people could help them, that they were worth saving.
They were paupers in their souls.