Humbling Moment of the Day

It has rained quite a bit since I have been here. Everyone here is very glad because they have been on somewhat of a drought for quite a while. Twice, I have driven by this one particular puddle and the children have their yellow buckets waiting to fill them from the puddle. The buckets are about 2 gallons, I think, and the children are around 5-7 years old.

I close my eyes and picture my oldest nephew waiting in line to fill his drinking water bucket out of a puddle...then I open my eyes and realize that is not his reality, but it is for many here.

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