It's a Saturday afternoon here in Tijuana, Mexico. I'm in line to cross the MX-USA border. Having to see this on a daily really hurts and I don't really need to explain why, but its on multiple levels, and a lack of understanding. An older woman, asleep sitting on the cardboard box on the floor. Next to her, a mother with her children also begging, next to her, another selling small toys/ souvenirs. If I had the money, I'd share with them hundreds of dollars- but I don't. My pain goes more for the older woman because the elderly are least likely to get a decent job in Mexico, and if the do, they are likely only a grocery store bagger depending on cents for tips. As for the mothers' and their children, usually they are young enough to get a job, yet, they bring their children out with them to all beg for cents on a day, you hear children asking for food, and all I can think is why is your mother not working, either at a job, or maybe cooking and selling it. Again, I am not sure as to their own reasons and I am at no place to judge them, however, I do what I can with I feel seems fit accordingly. We never truly appreciate the little things until they are taken from us, and living in a basic home along the border, I have learned to appreciate running warm water, security and privacy, smooth pavement, no pests, and so much more. I'm not sure what I wanted to do with this post or as to what my reason truly is, but if you are having a bad day, or feel sorry for yourself, ALWAYS REMEMBER, someone, many, out there are having it much worse than you. (at San Ysidro Border - Tijuana) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7ebhD0ADcb/?igshid=1ejp5k0q21vd4
