When I first came to Mexico and Ecuador, I saw the poverty of the Third World! You can’t imagine! I felt so guilty as an American.
Here, especially, I gave away stuff like crazy, and what I found is that it almost never went the way I wanted. A friend of mine gave to a poor man. By the time he came back, that guy was drunk!
I once gave to a guy who was complaining how his 2 daughters didn’t have money for uniforms for school. I gave him money, and it got used for a party!
I once gave money to a lame guy who promised, in a Church, that he needed it for crutches. You know what? He used it for something else.
Further, we had a LOT of people here who had these mystery skin problems. I thought it was diabetes…tremendous ulceration, very deep. I felt so sorry for these people, was giving them money right and left. Do you know an article came out, think in Mexico’s Yahoo about how there was a new drug out the heroine of the poor! It showed pictures, and it looked JUST like what these guys had.
I thought, “Oh…my Gosh! I have been giving money and stuff to a bunch of addicts!”
Also, we had a lot of people faking it, pretending to be sick. Some would even cut themselves, pour a purple disinfectant on it to get lots of sympathy! Often, they used this money for drugs, probably most of the time!
Anyway, we had one guy who I was told pretended he had only one leg. A friend gave to him only to see him walking around later! Her husband scolded her upside down and backwards for that!
A friend of mine told me of other cases, a guy who pretended to be blind and would sit out there and beg. We’ve had cases of non-poor, rich, going out and begging. We’ve had people stop working, to beg, because they could make more money begging than working.
We have also had guys put tourniquets on their legs so that their legs would puff up, get all swelled up. They could even leave these on long periods…like days…get lots of sympathy and money.
I’ve offered numerous times to help these sick people. I said to…I think 4 or 5 that I would pay the cab to take them to the Red Cross and pay for their treatment. NONE was interested!
I offered a few people who told me they were addicted to drugs that I’d take them that minute in a cab to a shelter. NONE were interested.
I have a guy I helped support who now bought himself a crutch, a mask, and begs near where I live. I now believe he’s, also, an addict!
I’ve tried to tutor illiterate people how to read and write. Unbelievably, even thought illiteracy is prevelant, I have been unable to find even ONE motivated student. They prefer to not learn. I have even gone to their houses! They STILL don’t want to learn.
So, poverty is a very complex problem, not as easy to resolve as one might think.