The ladies that attended the workshop would probably be considered poor themselves. They have enough. Enough food, a place to live, enough for school fees for their kids. Just enough. No savings or buffer, though, were anything to happen. It sounds harsh, but I’ve found it to be mostly true, that there exists an attitude of almost of entitlement here. It was difficult for some of the participants to grasp that they were being asked for their involvement without any outright benefit to themselves. Through the training some of them got the idea and a few of them got really pumped up and eager to be able to help others and, if the program works as it is designed to, the potential to even transform whole communities.
Twice the group went out to some of the poorest areas of the city and saw what living conditions were like there. All of the ladies came back and were touched by what they had seen. One lady shared about visiting with a woman who had given birth to nine children. Of those nine, two had died, five were paralyzed, and only two were normal. They saw shelters with no roofs (in a climate that averages about 105 degrees in the shade nine months out of the year), sick people, babies with sores and other diseases. One lady commented, “I thought I was poor, but after seeing all of this I will never complain again.”