This post is hard....and amazing....to write. Yes, we did spend Thanksgiving day in a garbage dump in Panama. I asked my mom to find us a service project to help us remember to be thankful for what we had. She had told me before about her friend who didn't have much herself, but took time to visit this dump and share food with less fortunate people who lived there. Kathryn, their friend came up with a plan to deliver basic necessities of food to these people. We all helped spend a little money to make it happen.
Can you imagine living in a dump?
Let me try to describe it.
We arrived and not knowing what to expect, we stepped out of our cars and the smell hit us. It was horrendous. So bad that my mom said she was going to get back in the car. The kind that makes you want to puke instantly. The kind that sticks to you and stays in your hair and clothes.
We started walking to try to find who needed the help the most. All these people live in a DUMP, everyone needs it, right? As we walked, garbage littered the way. We passed a dog laying in the way, not dead, but would be tommorow, covered in all sorts of bugs. Then we saw them. The homes.
Tarps draped and moldy wet wood and bricks were what made up their crude little houses. We walked quite a ways. Surely not many people live here, right? Wouldn't you do ANYTHING to get out of living in this sort of condition?
We met this man at the top of a hill we hiked. He was blind. This space was pretty much his whole house. His friends were excited to show us that they had pigs. Lots of pigs! And that they were wealthy. They were happy with what they had made and proud of it. They were so humble and grateful for the goods and thanked us over and over. Wow. This was only the first man.
As we walked through their community, i figured we'd only come across a handful of people. Maybe 20 max. I think my mom prepared 25 or so bags to give to families. I never thought we'd get rid of them. We initially didn't see many people.

We drove up the road to a new place. Children noticed somthing was going on and started to flock around. Mothers stood back cautiously watching and fathers were fairly helpful explaining who lived where and who needed help. The children seemed happy, most were dressed fine. Dirty, but dressed. And some wore no clothes at all. Hardly any of them wore shoes.

Kathryn asked for a table to brought out at one of the houses. She pulled from her car cake and cheetos. She set it all up and started serving. Word spread FAST somehow. I didn't see it happen, but soon families were running down the road towards us and pushing their kids to the front of the table to get some treats. As they finished their food I noticed they just threw their plates on the ground. I started picking them up and then realized I was walking all over garbage that was already there and that I was in a GARBAGE dump and that is just what they did with their garbage.....so I threw it back down on the ground and threw my hands up in the air.
Then the dollar store toys came out. Kids were thronging Kathryn trying to get a toy. She handled it so well and stayed excited as she passed the toys out. What a saint she is.
People kept coming and coming and I think we went through 3 cakes and a few bags of cheetos. Wow.
Then the real hikes began. We were told of some families who needed food and so we started walking. Then hiking up a hill, then crossing streams over a shifty board. Then climbing straight up hill. All along the way I peaked in homes. So simple, humble and sad.
We asked families to come down and grab bags if they needed it so we didn't have to carry them all up to where we did. I'm so glad for that. On our way back down, we passed these kids who looked like they had just won the lottery on Christmas morning. They were running and jumping and playing with their new toys and blowing bubbles. I wish I took a video but I knew my mom (who stayed down below) would need to see this pic of the toys being so enjoyed.
Then the candy came out. My kids got to pass candy around to anyone who wanted some.
I wanted to just take this little girl home and show her a better way of life. I've thought of her often. Will she ever escape? Will she live there forever? Will she ever have a job or go to school or marry? Will she make it to be a mom? or perhaps be a premature mom. Will she ever have shoes?Just about this time I heard something coming. I turned around a school bus was there! Kids were coming from all over, dressed in school uniforms running to catch the bus. They do get to go to school! I was so happy that this was an opportunity for these kids to go and learn and hopefully have a good meal and get out of the dump.
This grandma was raising her grandbaby after her mom died after birthing this child. Broke my heart.
The sisters came with us and helped. Here are some more of the homes and how they looked.
Here the kids were quietly playing in the house. When we asked where their dad was they said he was sleeping. Wow, the kids just stay and quietly play while their dad sleeps durring the day. When it rains, do they stay dry? I just have so many questions.
After a long day of hiking in a dump in the hot sun and humidity, we finally handed out the last bag. A lady covered in breading and bracelets for most of her body, approached Chad and asked for his glasses. He really is blind with out them so he said, no he needed them. An afterthought was that really we probably should have given them to her.
We all stunk so we went home to shower and change. Then we were off to this amazing American Thanksgiving dinner that their bishop invited us to. They only invited the Americans in the ward and through a traditional feast for all of us. It was awesome to hear everyones stories and where they came from and why they were there. My girls made friends immediately and were off playing games and having fun.
My favorite thing about this day is that these strangers welcomed us in and right away we felt like family. They talked with us and laughed with us and included us in everything. I love these people for loving my parents and for loving us and welcoming us into their home. It was a Thanksgiving meal I will remember my whole life.
As we talked with the kids about our day, Mollie said, Wow mom, we have so much. I was so glad that they were realizing how blessed we really are and how much we DO have. I hope it is a lesson they will remember forever that living in America is truly a blessing and that you can choose to be happy in any circumstance. And we do have SO Much to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving!