Turn it On

I complained on Wednesday because our small town did not have any water. They were making necessary repairs and while doing that, more things broke. Of course, you say. We had been warned that we wouldn't have water on Tuesday and by 7 O'clock that night, we had water coming out the pipes. Then, by 10 O'clock the same night, they were dry once more. The next morning they weren't on either and I had to shove off to work un-showered. I felt unawake all day, foggy and groggy. Showers are my morning coffee. I also felt greasy and gross. I am not one of those lovely girls who can wake up the next morning and look okay not showering, be okay not showering.

So, I went to work in my unshowered outfit. It's fine to choose not to shower one weekend day when I am not going to leave the house, but work? Bleh. So, I went. Then, while I was at work I took a peek at what was happening in the world by going to CNN's website. There, I see an article that is wrenching, is horrible that happens, that there is such a disparity. I am morbidly obese. I am fat- It's not a mean, cruel comment. It just is. And there are Zimbabwean women, mothers choosing which child will die by means of starvation. There is not enough food to feed them all, so they much choose which they thing will survive. In America, that's called murder. In Zimbabwea, that's called life.

If I could give up some of my caloric intake and know that it would go to someone in need, I would. In fact, I did. We had a food drive at work and I added my cans and boxes to the mix. Sadly, we cannot give fresh products and we wonder why those who are poor are heavy. Cheap food is unhealthy food. Ramen noodles are less than twenty cents a pack while apples are at least a dollar a pound. You choose.... you have a dollar and two kids at home. What do you buy?

Sadly, those women in Zimbabwea don't have a choice of food, just of which child dies. Sadly, I complained about no water, but I merely meant it in humor. I went home and showered off the filth as soon as I could as the weight came back on at noon on Wednesday. But I can't rinse away those women who must choose. It's sad that I am so entrenched in modern ammenities, I nearly didn't know what to do without the streaming liquid coming from the faucet. I really don't know what those women do to make that choice either, a much harsher reality than a few hours of the water being shut off.