Rubbish

The other week I was walking to school with Abby when a dustbin lorry drove past. It was a warm day with hardly any breeze and the stench from the rubbish inside the lorry hung in the air. It was awful.

It got me thinking about how unbearable it must be for the thousands upon thousands (possibly millions) of people who live off the things they can scavenge from the enormous rubbish heaps around the world.

Most of us don't really relish the job of taking the rubbish outside, even when it's tied up in a plastic bag and then gets put in a big plastic bin with wheels. We have it easy by comparison, very easy.

What's my point? I don't know really, it just made me more aware of that very stark and very smelly contrast. I guess I need to remember to be more thankful for my own situation and remember to pray more for those whose situation is lot worse than mine.