sickly

Lets see it was the Aniversary of my site last week which was full of dancing competitions, singing competitions, seranades, cooking competitions and fireworks, Lots of good music good sights and good times. i made a sweet shrit out of a piece of green fabric and safety pins. and dancing my tail off. I prepared a guinea pig dish to present as a nutritional dish during the food competition. In the agriculutral fair i taught about how to do compost, basic nutrition, handwashing, and the breeding of guinea pigs. I think i am starting a sweet business for my friend to gain money with. Been hanging out with my moms lately checking how the cookstoves are cooking they are excellent everyone is incredibly satisfied. I think i saved a three month old baby from dying from a high fever. By making the mom bathe her child. I had a worlds aids day event that turned out fairly poorly but i did succeed in teaching about 20 people how to use a condom right. Then taught a different day to one of my english classes about the subject and they said they had never heard anything about HIV or AIDs before so that is good. Then I recently left my site to come to lima for our mid service meetings and medical checks. I will get to see the damage this past year has taken out on me. I am grateful beceause for the past two weeks i have been pretty sick with vomiting and diahrrea and overall no apetite which leaves me weak and tired pretty much all the time. so one week in the big city then i go back for a week to my site and then i am off to the states to visit my familia. Cant wait ill keep yall updated on my bill of health.

surrender

I went on vacation and was reading through old journal entries I found this one interesting, March 21, 2010:
Trust the head or the heart. I always say trust the head it is so much more reasonable than the heart. Because well scientifically is has the capacity to reason. The heart led me here (Peru), the head got me here. And at one point the ideas and sentiments were congruent. But then they disconnected and the heart tried to decapacitate me, to leave the head lying in a ditch in order to romanticize and run rampant completely senseless. While the head reasonably weighed the alternatives and recognized that the removal of the heart was reckless for is would lead to its own demise. So it left it be sending subliminal messages deflating its exuberant and exulted status. They fought and quarreled for some time before they exhausted their every point or passion. The end result was the only proper conclusion that they had to exist in balance. That one could not survive without the other. So while the mind tried to resolve why it had arrive here the heart in its fits of lust or passion could not find the words to explain what impulsed them into the current reality. Still they wrestle and suffocate one another. Still they hinder the progress of the individual when they are not in alliance. Still the heart remains frivolous and the head remains frigid. And that is why a person has them both. Why is always so incredibly apparent when someone has left the balance. When the scale has flipped or flopped entirely because the person tips and leads a life either so bland or so topsy-turvy that these people can hardly function in reality. Others will almost inevitably talk about how sad their life is completely dull or utterly destructive. The head causes the knee jerk in order to rein in the control of decision making and the heart flares to burn the lasso and loosen the grip of perceived reality. The situation remains your heart pulses to explore the difference and the mind continually reminds of the tarnishing truth.

The 14 cook stoves are built the mothers are happy. I thought that rain would ruin everything I had worked so hard to build but as it turns out everything is going to be ok. I have submitted the project for next year and hope to do 21 more. Depending on the municipality for funding. I think they will support me because Saturday there will be a ceremony to inaugurate the cook stoves. The last training in the Parent School I decided would be a Money Management course related with the drinking problem that my town has. It was perhaps a little complex for the parents but they did leave with the idea they need to work on cutting silly costs and not drink so much. The library got 100 new books. There is still so much to do that I will never get done even with the year to come. I wish that people would be more participative it would make my job a heck of a lot easier. I could achieve so much more but instead I am just dragging away at this really slow pace with a very few people. I realize that any change is a great accomplishment. But when you see so much and so many people and know that you can do so little, it is debilitating and distracting. However, I am seeing the end of the tunnel for the year. I sometimes feel I have done a whole lot of nothing. Although I recognize I have a rather shot gun approach to development. I know that people who work very hard to achieve particular goals frequently fail to achieve them but rather succeed with other outcomes. Thus I have done a whole lot in the hopes that some of it sticks and accomplishes something for someone. Whether or not I know about that change, influence, or effect is not very important to me. My friend told me not to surrender as I am running around a little defeated lately. So i will not surrender.

the word is patience

Lets see on a positive note i have been builiding improved cooking stoves finished the evaluation of the moms and found that they had learned a lot and changed their habits and overall their kids are a lot less sick. Wonderful. I am now teaching men that women can also do physically demanding labor, use a machete, hammer, and shovel without damaging oneself. I suppose I did that in the states a little too. Anyways the builds have been mostly fun mostly easy. Except for securing the materials has been a repeating theme. I cannot seem to get my bricks where they need to go. Which has meant me lifting a 1,000 5 lb bricks and trying to get as many as could handle on to a motocar and hauling them to various places. Which is why in the month of october i wil be gettign a nice slim figure only to destroy it in the month of december. Yes it is all good. Then there was a random rain storm that no one would have predicted which got my bricks poorly formed almost ruined and meant i could not use them for days. then the guy who was making them said that someoone had stolen the bricks that had just finally dried. geeze oh man have i been cussing up a storm. my mother keenly put it torrets lady for change. ha so truly hilarious. yesterday i went to check on the first improved stove to see if tehy had started using it turns out someone has stolen the materials that make it an improved stove instead of a plan old everyday stove. more cussing, 2 tears, lots of laughing followed by phone calls and contemplation of my lifes purpose. 2 hours later i was building another stove in another place and deciding to make it the most beautiful one i had ever made. Today i am going to build a platform for a bathroom or rather learn. these weeks have been filled will learning. overall the message keeps being wait and have patience i would like to shove all the patience i have in the mouth of the next person that says that to me and watch their heads explode with tranquility. So honestly though i am as bitter as i sound but not nearly as angry. teehee. In other news the health center is in an indefinte strike which means that i will not be able to work there until they decide to stop with that silliness. Busy planning an agricultural fair with some other authorities for the upcoming aniversary of my town, big deal. People keep saying donkey races and i keep saying i think it is a bad idea i suppose we could opt for some other animal violence if they so please but i was think more educational. the war on violence might actually nowadays be a war against entertainment. i tried teaching sex ed to the people my age in the town well organized no one showed up not surprising. best part was not even my idea they asked me to do it and then confirmed it and then still did not come. reasons why i work with individuals instead of groups so much more realiable and with better results. the party season is apparently going to be starting in full force very soon i however am going to the beach to escape the maddness. I need a vacation i do not like yelling at people even when they deserve it. so i talk with the mayor and then he yells at people. it pays to be homies with the mayor. i got gifted a rooster the otherday that was exciting. i gave back the puppy the day after i got it on account of i do not like things that keep me up at night crying. I accidently almost killed it twice once with flea powder and then another dog almost ate it. twice in 12 hours. in the 13th hour i left it in more competent hands. or at least i thought because then two days later it got stolen. confirmed i am not a dog person and i am never going to be ready to have children. apparently lots of things get stolen around here. i thought i had lost my enthusiasm but i really havent because well workng with the moms makes me happy and shows progess and makes me think i am actually making a difference. 5 months, 13 improved stoves and four bathrooms later i know i have to stay here but man yesterday it was hard to pick myself back up off the floor. life moves on if none of it matters to anyone else it matter alot to me which is really all the is important at the end of the day. the mayor told me you have to believe in your own work and abilities because perhaps no one else will but if you know what you do you will keep doing great things. and so the final word is patience.

Finding God

So i tried this religious pilgrimage which should have been 4 days of basically nonstop walking. i originally thought that it was going to be highway walking. But soon found out that it was taking short cuts through fields, streams, hills, and mountains. The walking was great at first we left before sunrise and got to the river just as the sun was saying good morning. I helped a guy friend cross the river on my back so that he would not have to get his shoes wet. Then we stopped for a quick breakfast 10 minutes and headed on ward to the first check point. It was enjoyable and refreshing though i quickly realized that my bag would be too heavy to succeed for four days. So in the first stop i unloaded all of what could have been considered unnecessary and we headed on at that point the sun was up and strong beads of sweat dripping, clouds of dust being kicked up by our footsteps. The path is questionably marked so many times we guessed on which path to take when there was a fork in the dirt stretch. By one we had arrived to the second check point my butt was chaffed, my eyes tired by the strength of the sun. Half hour and we are back in the running. I honestly could not calculate how far we were walking except that we would walk for about 2 or 3 hours and then rest for in between 15 to 30 minutes max. My feet had already been showing signs that they would be blistering out in the afternoon. At 4 we took a quick nap in the shade of a church and I was informed that there would not be bathing until the following day which was disconcerting considering my shirts were soaked in sweat to the extent that you could see the salt lines. Wake up continue forward the intensity of the sun has finally rested a little after about another 2.5 hours of windy roads through small country towns. In the distance there are beautiful lush mountains which seem like a different world from the dry desert like surrounding we are walking through. My friend makes the observation that it looks like africa. The road has straightened out but is now rockier little pebbles keep trying to penetrate my weakening feet. The cracks in the ground appear as if in a second the ground could give out into a sink pit. I am too intent on trying to arrive to worry. On foot after the other. Finally we rest. I position myself on top of a rock to evaluate the damage that has become my feet. I was givien the advice to wear socks with my sandals. It was a mistake trapping that moisture and heat created the perfect environment for blisters. I have 4 large blisters which are making it more difficult to keep pace with the leader. A strong tall women in her late forties who does not outwardly appear in excellent shape but has maintained an impressive and challenging pace. i remove the socks take out a needle heat it with a lighter and pop them in the hopes that it will alleviate some of the pain. i begin to question exactly what i have gotten myself into and whether it was worth the pain. the majority of these people have made a 3 to 5 year commitment to god to make this trek in the hopes of getting their prayers answered. and i still have no good solid reason why i am doing this. all i know is that i better find one to keep going. we get up i toss the socks and continue. as we pass through the town where we were supposedly going to spend the night we have made good time and the leader says we are going to continue on until we get to the next large camp. i get frustrated not knowing exactly how far it will be and getting heavy with sleepiness, pain, and dehydration. after an hour i am almost brought to tears because the pain is past unmanageable and the worry about dehydration begins to set in. between towns there is no water, no place to buy water, no water to be found not even a dirty stream. my friend notes my anxiety and says dont worry its 15 minutes away. which translates to another hour. we stumble upon a stream the sun has almost completely set and a river is ahead. i fill a water bottle and put in the chlorine tabs just in case there is nothing farther ahead to help. i eat an apple in the meanwhile because i am so thirsty and my mouth has become dry with a terrible taste. perhaps the taste of reality as to what i have committed myself to. as the 8 oclock hour approaches we arrive at a camp. we throw down our large pieces of plastic and the leader tells me to sleep i have been brought to quiet tears of pain, uncertainty, exhaustion, and fear. my friend luckily buys me a water before they run out of stock. the rest of the group is already deep asleep while my friend is sewing my blisters shut with a needle and thread he says that it will help dry them out. another women close by is screaming with pain as a man rubs down her leg and ankle. i whisper under my breath that i completely understand. in my silence i observe hundreds of people dirty, tired, snoring, shivering, or curing their ailments. the thin blanket i have is not enough to keep warm. every half hour a mototaxi passes by my face missing me only by a few inches. every 45 minutes another group packs up calls role prays and heads off in the middle of the night to follow the path to redemption. after only four hours of questionable sleep we are heading out ourselves at midnight. my blisters are now at a count of 7 they are not drying they are still hurting. i decide i will dedicate my thoughts to my grandmother and the recently passed grandmother of my boyfriend. i run through my lifetime of memories with my grandmother and remember her strength and support that she has given me in times of weakness. i run through memories of bikes, dolls, cookies, vanilla milk in cartons, church, fairs, science museum trips, front porch chats, gumdrops in the candy jar, Esmeralda's castle, coloring books, slip and slides, a childhood. i think about her endless faith in god and how if i make it to the end of this trip that i too would believe in god. for these hours of darkness we walk with flashlights try not to stumble over rocks. it is now becoming an uphill journey. while the memories are distracting me from the pain every misstep takes the ground out from under me the skin of the blisters shifts forwards as my body slides back i feel that i have lost all grounding. but we just keep going step after step, the night is calm and cool. but my body is sweating i find myself stripping off layers so as to not soak all my warm clothes. we are now in a larger crowd but the path has diminished to a one person lane so the pressure is on to keep the pace. i am struggling but will make no complaint or falter. the people are watching me as a gringa something i hate to be. and in these hours i feel i am representing an entire race our ability, perseverance, strength. the pressure is on the pace is set, foot after foot. we arrive to the first break of the morning. people are surprised i have made it this far. i hide behind a house to put baby powder on my severely chaffed butt cheeks. as we rest the top of my right foot begins to pulse with pain. from then on the bottom hurts as i walk. the tension runs from my foot to my knee i suspect it is tendon. but luckily within minutes the priority pain of blisters takes back over and i can no longer feel this new pain. with the light of my flashlight we advance in front of another group. i continue with thoughts of my grandmother times in my adolescence the more difficult years the rebellion and her unwavering love and faith in me. i remember being on the beach, i giggle at the memory of us on a jetski, stealing bowling shoes, and talking out on the dock. it is the first time i smile in perhaps 12 hours. i keep pushing myself we get to the next rest i am freezing because all my clothes are soaked with sweat and morning sun has yet to peek through and provide heat. i sleep for a half hour sitting with my arms around my knees face in my forearms. i am awoken by the stir of people i am shivering and once more we move on. at 5 am there are only three of us in what seems like the middle of no where. my girl friend has become a hunchback with the weight of her bag and back pain. there is no more talking no more pleasantries. we turn off the flashlights in the illumination of dusk. the gray that engulfs leaves me trying to decide to continue or quit. my mind says stay my body says hell no we wont go. i can tell that by the look of my friend he wants me to return. i am slowing down the group and he is just concerned with the state of my health. i ask what he would do he lies and tells me he would quit. i know he wouldnt. at 6 we arrive to the next town. the leader of the group has already arranged my transport without even asking my opinion. i tell her i want to continue she tells me it would be foolish to ruin my health to only make it half way. i have no room or energy left to argue. i surrender. i examine the damage my feet are filthy and done literally burned out. we get off the bus in the capital and i cannot walk. my muscles have frozen, my butt cheeks are raw, my tendon is in standstill my blisters are refilling with fluid and already filled with dirt and rocks, my back a shoulders are tense, my head hurts from dehydration. i limp slowly like road kill still fighting to cross the road. i get home and sleep i shower later. my family calls a nurse tech to clean out my feet. she flushes out the blisters and then fills them with antibacterial cream that causes a shooting pain. this nurse tech is the most feminist women in my town and she stares at me blankly and says this is man stuff, your feet this kind of nonsense is for men. i yell at her trying to defend the strength of women taken aback by her commentary. i realize though i am only defending my own stupidity so my quarrels fall on deaf ears. after which i could no longer walk. i have lost my pride, i have failed my journey, i have lost about 6 pounds and my independence. I have to ask for assistance with everything. i did not arrive to believing in god but my respect for the human body and faith grew exponentially. i spent days rather envious of those who arrived and then realized that it would have almost been dirty if i had made it. i would be contradicting the very thing that gets people to the top of the mountain. so instead i just admire and hope that the concept of church and god will do more positive than negative things in the world. there is always next year, si dios quiere.

the whats what

I got to judge another beauty pagent but this one was of 2 year old girls and it was probably the most adorable thing I have seen. The girl that one was a ham and their question they had to answer was what was their name. All but two of the contestants had the right answer. I have been to more beauty pagents this year than I have even watched on tv in my life. That is how they celebrate spring here. I think it is funny because weather wise spring does not exist. There is hot which is winter and hotter like the surface of the sun with rain during summer. I wish that one year old birthday parties in the states could be half the event that they are here. Huge dance parties with clowns and so much good food and sugery treats that you can hardly control yourself. I got to celebrate two in one week. So I just got back to site I was in a training about behavior change. It was interesting and i definately learned alot about how to seriously go about getting people to change a habit. It was in Ica which is in the south of the country it was a desert but I got to go hike a sweet sand hill next to an oasis. Then I tried sandboarding which means I can check it off my list of things to do this year. it is much more pleasant to fall in sand than it is to fall in snow. but also more messy I hate when you get sand in your ear and buttcrack. It has More give but it is also a lot slower. Definately missing snowboarding or even just snow. Then we checked out a place where they make pisco which was like touring an antique vineyad because they aer still using traditional techniques. Super fun, followed by a taste testing. Got back home to the crazies of politics where today is the election that is going to decide my success or failure the upcoming year. Apparently there is still a chance that someone will be killed in my town before the night is over. Man never seen anything like this. I am starting a new dance group with some members of the old group we are looking for more freedom and participation. Which is great because I seriously miss dancing. Finishing the educational part of my healthy households and starting the evals. I will be going on a religious pilgramage on wednesday where I will be walking for four days and one of which is up a mountain. So that should give me time to reflect on life and get a chance to better know some community members. I am still working hard on the nutrition stuff I am succeeding in recuperating some kids. It is a fight with other moms. But it makes all the difference in the world. just replanted some beans and radishes. I have a tomatoe plant and rose plant. I will be trying to plant strawberries this week and am experimenting with organic fertilizers. I hope that my head does not explode in the next month, I am now experimenting with building really rustic latrines and the improved cook stoves will be in construction this month as well. I hope you all say i love you to your grand mothers as a friend of mine just lost his and it is so unfortunate. So I love you grams be well and good luck with surgery and recovery. For the moment I just feel stuck not knowing who is going to win this election. It is seriously worse than the last presidential election in the states. It is because politics decide everything here and that one person while he does have advisors really makes all the decisions and if he does not like you than your life can get complicated in the case of funding i may be needing assistance. I will let you all know in the future. I was really enjoying that the municipality was responsible for paying for these projects. That for me is progress on their part and sustainable from a developement sense. I will also be holding a meeting to see if there are families that just want to buy the stoves. I would be able to build so much more if they would buy them themselves and it would mean taht they would take better care of them too. So it would end up lasting a lot longer. Oh I got gifted a dog this morning by my boyfriend. I realize I have not brought him up until now but in november we will be completing a year. Anyways it is one of those dogs that taught us how to count on sesame street super pretty black and cute. I have a deal that I will only be keeping it for 3 months until it is not longer a puppy and then I am giving it back to him to be a guard dog. I am naming her lucy short for lucifer and he is naming her dana. He says it is a character that represents hope in the end of a process. In buddism it refers to the act of giving both are deep and pretty but for at least three months it will be lucy. Because I think i am hilarious. thats all for now. Love yall

Talk about poop

Spent the morning vacciating my guinea pigs and then learning how to cook cows blood. There is a really great recipe for preventing anemia by tricking people into thinking that it is choclate. I kid you not choclate blood excellent combination. Then I got real sick again that day unrelated to the blood thing. I am not sure exactly what happened but lord knows that what comes out that fast has no intention of staying very long. So anywho I slept it off and am feeling quite better. Always fun calling my mom and having her diagnose me with random and obscure disease. Love you mom perhaps someday you will be right. Then today had to get back to work quite quickly. Spent the morning doing nutritional consults with a bunch of moms in the hopes of preventing malnutrion in at risk children and recovering the already malnourished. Had a training in the afternoon with my healthy households moms and the nurse about parasites. I do not know whether it should be to my happiness or dismay that the majority of my participants told me that their children are malnourished or have parasites. I guess this is what bringing awareness is all about. They seem to be learning the information I can only hope they are using it. I have heard some stories that they tell me they were going to do one thing but since I told them do try something new they tried it and it worked. I think I might be suceeding in changing their minds and then perhaps their health and they are empowred to decide and change their own lives. So I am really busy I am evaluating health promoters right now and training them on their weaknesses. I finally finished teaching sex ed which is a relief of my time and hopefully they understand what happens if they have sex. Because I saw another 17 year old scared, unprepared, and giving birth to a 2 lb infant which is truly heartbreaking on so many levels. I just wish they would understand the consequences of their actions. Also last week we had another parent school event. It was about domestic violence it involved about 35 teachers, 4 schools, and 350 parents. It is a pain in my ass project that I want nothing to do with but the expectation was set by the previous volunteer so I have to at least this year. Next year I am leaving it to swim or float. But no longer will it be my headache, though it is teaching me how to be more computer savvy. I made a sweet trifold pamphlet for the first time. Ha go to the third world to get better at computer skills when will my life stop being an oxymoron.
So what is up with everyone getting engaged or thinking about getting engaged. If I had any inkling that it was something I was looknig to do in the near future I would be having an anxiety attack. But congrats to all those happy couples. I think I will stick it solo until I figure out all my lifes plans and get to live out my dreams. Before I was thinking about the world food program but not I am thinking about this NGO named GAIN which works on preventing and treating malnutrition in India. Either way I do feel like I found my career. I know I could do so much in nutrition here, so much more than I could in the states. Nothing is certain in the future but I see myself in this line of work for probably the next 15 years if I do not burn myself in the next 2 years. There is just so much to do and see and teach and learn. By the way just caught a kid watching porn in the cabina next to me super awkard. giggles. Last friday there was a beauty pagent in the high school. As an event during the day they had two candidates box. Afterwards I got to box with one of the guys who organized it. He told me I hit hard and it was a ligit fight except for I lost. I will be training so that I can bring down male superacy. Then that night I judged the beauty pagent. It was all very interesting and unexpected. I celebrated my one yera in country the other day I got myself a facial, leg wax, and pedicure. It took me feeling very sorry for the girl cleaning my feet to realize just how far I had let myself go. It wsa the first pedicure I had in over a year in my defense. Ah well its not all beauty and glam. Loves

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

so first and formost i would like to say happy birthday to my life long inspiration and hero my grams. I would have never blossomed in the woman i am today without her support and advice and unconditional love. I would love to be there to celebrate but unfortunately you will have to drink a manhattan, smoke a cigarette, and eat a piece of chocolate cake dedicated to your life and granddaughter. As for me things are very busy with all the projects coming together. I work hard and am learning about myself everyday. I will be finishing sex ed in the high school and starting with a more intensive class if you will with the youth in my site. They have lots of questions about sex and no one to give them the answers. I have this idea if i can teach them they wont get pregnant so early or have as many children which might in fact change the future of this town all together. Here is a journal entry but I am going to leave some blanks for names so as not to cause problems. You all can infer which organizations and countries belong in the blanks. "I do not think the path of service is noble because we come from a different country full of amenities. I think it is much easier our path to change. People are more likely to listen to outsiders, host and treat kindly a foreigner from an "advanced" culture. Whereas the average country man would first have to distance himself enough from the situation to become self aware, develop a desire to change to improve the lives of others, determine a plan of action, resolve a means to do so and than fight relentlessly against ignorance and criticism. That is a grander feat. I am incredibly grateful that Ghandi lived and led and taught what one person could do. And he held strong to the truth perhaps it was only his truth but the most important way to live life is to know oneself and be true to that self. He saw through the impressions and found the impressive. Accumulation of worldly things did not matter as richness lies in the soul. That money oculd not achieve justice. That work must be done well and be intrinsically motivated. That quality of work is not success or failure but commitment undying commitment to the mission to the poeple involved and people affected. People looked at him as a godlike figure because they failed to recognize that they too were capable of the same greatness. I agree that one must leave a country and live in another in order to see clearly their native land. Not because you can compare one country to another but rather because you learn how to critique a country. When you are away you slowly grasp the reality of your other life. And then once you are there in the old country you expand on the hypothesis formed. You later have the ability o evaluate the severity of the problem, and look for resolution. His time in south africa helped him recognize that his real fight belonged to India. So i think about what would need to be done in the ___. We are already free or independent however actions should be taken to free the rest of the world from our terrible informal and occasionally indirect rule. One would be the food system. Which i have argued in the past would need to be destroyed to be repaired. All of the exploitation of land in other countries forces nutritional problems, deficiences, and civil war. When there is not enough food in the country one can be cerrtain that the ____ is somehow involved. Largely because the food mass produced in the ____ is given to animales to control the price on the world market. The price on world scale is generally more expensive than other countries can pay. Also other countries lack food security on account that they have been persueded to plant non food crops. When the crop failes or deflates everyone loses their chance to eat because there is no food to buy or sustain the country. The crop is inedible such as coffee sugar cane cotton and no one can buy food from the rich. When food causes war malnutrition cries as loud as the stomach pains of children with bloated stomachs. The intellectual and physical consequences of this malnutirion debilitates an already weakened country. These chldren will die sononer, live sickly, be weaker than the competition, dumber than their companionsand, more or less worthless. Economically speaking these people are a bureden on social services for a lifetime. Unable to fend for themselves they must suckle from the teat of the motherland. And the ____ just keeps on polluting, displacing migrant workers with machinery that further disrupts the natural balance and other chemicals used do not function properly and instead of removing pests we acutally eliminate ourselves using these dangerous unfounded, unstudied, unapproved chemical compounds in the hopes of increasing yield just so tha we can burn it all in the end. Now the food is being produced as a fuel, more crisis is certain to enrage and irrupt. The illusion is that there is excess production meanwhile many mouths remain hungry. How can such an outrageous proposterous idea seem like the best way of managing food. Food should be food and fuel should come from a waste product instead of an agricultural product. Thinking green is far from thinking ecological, it is truly greed and envy. The distribution of food to the needy should trump our need to drive more than one car around the block. The bigger plans are what others fail tosee. The ____ and the ____ continue to plot and pulverize third world countries as a means to destroy the competition. The idea of creating a way to be green is counter productive. Green is honestly simple it is small and monotonous it is a piece of land, some animals, wwalking , using the waste of humans and animals to grow more food. To enrich the siol that is currently spoiling. It is singular production for a single household. Mass scale production sacrifices quality, flavor, nutritional content of food. It births food products which degrade the organism. The preservaives we consume cause cancer, obesity, heart disease. All people must die but dying slowly and painfully just seems unjust for us to force other countries to suffer the prolonged prolog. Living poor does not seems so bad when they can plant. Without hunger, with education poverty does not appear to be a horrible existence. Accumluation is to buy thngs most people do not need. When needs can be met at a minimal price why do we insist to want more? Why cant everyone give share and get. No we will not grow substaincially but we could grow at the appropriate rate instead of accelerating the speed at which everyone consumes and contributing contamination that is wrecking the potencial of future. The ___ gives untested or unapproved chemicals to the third world. Substances proven to be too dangerous or unfit for human consumption. And then the production from these poeple goes in the the water and the food is contaminated to a people are poisoned and sometimes die. Meanwhile the ___ turns a blind eye. Its primary objective is earn more at all costs to gain profits and initiate debts. The ___ in the third world provide loans that will never possibily be gained from the food produced. They oversell to undercut to low blow and exaggerately or unnecessarily deprive the destitute. And who benefits from all these manipulatively ingenious schemes, a few rich men beautifully dresseed living in immense hones loving their luxiourous lives. They have more money than they can spend. It sits in investments in foreign bank accounts untouched but certainly accounted for. Whilst people, families, children suffer from hunger pains, diarrhea, curable diseases lead to deathly conclusions or temporary conditions turn into life long consequences. All could be treated or prevented. All projects require money. It is not a lack of voluntud or personnel they exist they try they fight they hope and wait for the pennies to flow from familiar faces or competitive grants. Why cant everyone get fuded to do good things for the greater cause. Why do the minority financially control the progress of minority groups? They should losen their grip on their money sacks or robin hood should return. Not for any personal benefit to but rather to realize campaigns, activities, and programs that could change lives. There will always be enough money unfortunately pride and prestige interrupt anyones ability to do the right things to have a conscience. So goals for teh development workers should actually be make being impoverish more marketable make being generous trendy. Make funding an NGO the way to go for all these rich folks looking for a sweet tax break and some great publicity. Get rid of these foundations that assist already safe or saved people and give it to memebers trying to provoke change and better the quality of life of a minority majority. Stop planning so much and start doing more. If funding was not such a pain tosecure more poeple would be out pushing the evoluton of mankind through the kindness of man. Synergy is the flow that could accomplish incredible and improbable feats. Funding and people willing to work relentlessly for little or no compensation. Taht is what the world needs. More exposure. Not the the slutty skin or sexual expose but rather exposure of full, raw, unmistakeable, nauseating exposure of the realities of harsh lives the poverty extreme, cyclic, sicklic and unchanging poverty. That contributes to further malnutrition, underemployment, lack of education, lack of appropraite upbringing, resentfulness, and suspiciousness. Survial tactics including prostitution, crime, sexdual abuse. alcoholism, drug selling, drug abuse, low self esteem, early pregnancy. This is virtually inescapalbe unless someone from the outside swoops in a teaches people to save themselve. Taht they are capable persons and breaks what could be an endless chanin of misery and unfulfilling existence. Life is about loving yourself and others, learning that the greater good is always more than any individual´s pleasure. It is a decision more poeple should make giving a hand instead of kicking and spitting on the already bloody messes of the world. When a country is poor the poepl cannot overcome the situation. It is commonly the result of policy change and decisions made from the top or outsiders. So when people keep trying to enter another country it is because life is so much easier in one of the high roller countries. The majority of immigrants believe that it is their only way to a new and improved life and it is because they are right. Within their own country they will never earn money or get a good education or live securely because of national debts, depletion of natural resources and exploitation. So perhaps before people criticize others they should see the equation from both sides. Get out of their comfort zone and see how cruel the world can be and how cruel most of us are. Not doing anything is just as bad as instigating a problem."