On Wednesday I visited one of the poorest areas here. The town captain, Eves DelaCruz, gave me a tour of the area. Seeing these kids and their families broke my heart. They lived near the garbage dumpsite. What separated them from the mud, dead animals and garbage were simply makeshift bridges, which also served as their floor, made of scrap wood and bamboo. Just this month alone 4 children died after slipping through holes in the walkways and were never found. Their homes are made of cardboard, scrap wood, boxes and whatever materials they can find to make a makeshift house. Living conditions are very poor and access to health services is non-existent. There are no words or pictures to describe the depth of poverty these children live with every day. No one has a choice in when and where they are born, they simply must survive as best they can. There are so many factors to global poverty that very few understand. One thing I know for sure, no one wants to be poor and relying on the support of others. How can these children with no education or sense of hope lift themselves up from their situation? They have no means of their own, they need your help…