Most would assume one would return from Mexico with a fresh tan, a few souvenirs and memories of lying in the sun either poolside or on the beach. Most would not assume that one would return from Mexico with a heightened awareness of and sense of outrage at social injustice. That one would return with anger over man's inhumanity to his own species, and yes, a fresh tan.
My anger and sadness stems not only from sympathy for those affected by poverty through no fault of their own but also from frustration with what we, as a world community, lose as a result of man's greed. How many potential contributions are we denied from artists, writers, dancers, or great minds because the people that possess these talents are mired in poverty? Because their struggle to survive day to day leaves no time or energy to discover and develop what lies within them?
While it is true that some have managed to rise from poverty to create great work these are the exceptions. We can never know how many opportunities have been lost.
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