I’ve had my heart broken many times by the suffering that I’ve seen in Honduras, but this last trip it was crushed by a little girl who lived at the dump. Probably a dump kid all her life, she only knew a life of hunger, garbage and suffering.

The dump is a dark place. Life as a dump child is harder than any of us could ever imagine. They have to pick through rotten garbage for food, search for shelter and drinkable water, and God only knows what goes on out there after dark.

While our group was feeding the hungry dump people, I had walked off by myself and saw her lying on a pile of garbage. She couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. Her head on a piece of cardboard while the rest of her laid in the dirt.

I knew immediately she was sick. You could see it in her brown eyes. She lay there shaking from chills, and then she rolled over and threw up. What bothered me the most was that she was all alone. Nobody was with her. Didn’t she have family? Where were her parents? Did she even have parents?

I felt absolutely helpless.

Not wanting to scare her, I was reluctant to even approach her. I so wanted to speak her language, but I couldn’t. I wanted to pick her up and hold her tight. I wanted to stroke her hair and tell her it was going to be okay. I wanted to take her to get help. To be honest, I wanted to just take her home, but I couldn’t do any of these things.

Not having a clue what I was going to do, I finally decided to slowly walk over to her. She looked up and our eyes made contact. I reached in my pocket and pulled out three pieces of hard candy I had. I reached out my hand and placed them in her very dirty little hand. I smiled at her. She looked at the candy and smiled back at me the best she could.

As I stepped away, I asked God to heal her and not let her suffer. I also asked Him to never let my heart be unmoved by suffering people.

As I sit at home sick today with a rotten head-cold, I can’t seem to get this little girl off my mind. Even though I’m sick, I have the warmth of a home, the comfort of my bed, medicine, a phone to call a doctor and my sweet wife to serve me. I am not all alone, lying in a pile of garbage.

The Tegucigalpa dump is not a place where a child should ever live, much less ever be sick.

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I am a Christian husband and father, who moonlights as the minister for the church of Christ in Childress, Texas. My wife Lea and I have been married for 25 years. We are doing our best to raise our 4 boys, who are all growing up way too fast. Read 1182 articles by
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  1. LauraLee Shaw says:

    Can't see through the tears. Thanks for moving my heart today with this post.

  2. Jeremy Voss says:

    I have seen this type of thing before during mission trips. It is painful to see people, but especially children, suffering. The children are absolutely powerless to do anything to change the situation and the parents, if they are present, are not really at much more of an advantage. I think about the blessings I have and that my kids have. Not only do we not have to suffer like this, but we also have the ability to make a difference for those we find powerless. I have no idea what to do. I am not disagreeing with Trey's evaluation of the situation. To be as a loss for answers as to how to help. I think there are things we can do and I want to pursue the answers. I would encourage anyone who reads this post, if you have suggestions, please make them in the comments so we can all benefit from the ideas that are out there. I believe each of us has the ability to make a difference. Share your ideas and show us how.

  3. Stoogelover says:

    Have been there in some of our Mexico mission trips. It is heart-breaking, especially knowing there is so very little we can do that will make any long-term difference.

  4. Jennie says:

    I can't get those kids off my mind either. May we NEVER forget.

  5. nb says:

    Breaks my heart!

  6. Marc T says:

    When Jesus met people he changed their lives forever. We may not be able to help everyone but, we can for "this one". Pure and undefiled religion is this…. Gotta rescue and make a difference one child at a time! Siempre.

  7. Tuga na America says:

    Thank you for sharing, Trey. Its so hard not to be moved to tears when we read this story, and not to feel a huge burden for kids like her all over the world.

  8. tmarty says:

    One of these stories reminds me of the story of the starfish:

    The Starfish Story
    Original Story by: Loren Eisley

    One day a man was walking along the beach when he noticed
    a boy picking something up and gently throwing it into the ocean.

    Approaching the boy, he asked, “What are you doing?”

    The youth replied, “Throwing starfish back into the ocean.
    The surf is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.”

    “Son,” the man said, “don’t you realize there are miles and miles of beach and hundreds of starfish?
    You can’t make a difference!”

    After listening politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish,
    and threw it back into the surf. Then, smiling at the man, he said…”
    I made a difference for that one.”

    I disagree with the comment about not making a difference long term. If we think that, we doubt God's ability to change lives. Sometimes he does that one person at a time. Think of the ripple effect one changing life can have.

  9. Anonymous says:

    I'd walk my kindergarden grandson to school in Rio de Janerio, stepping around street children sleeping on cardboard on the sidewalk…I'd walk 2 blocks to get the morning breakfast bread at the bakery where other street children would be hovering by the store's warm exhaust and the front door hoping someone would give them bread. In Houston I drive on West Park where Hispanic men line a mile long corridor hoping someone will stop, give them a few hours labor…but not know if they will be brought back, dumped & not paid. Lord, have mercy.

  10. Anonymous says:

    Trey, I tried to send you an e-mail but everytime I try to send and e-mail it says my password is invalid. I can't understand.
    It is heartbreaking to think of these so unfortunate children.
    God bless you for going to Honduras and making a difference
    and all the other places you go.

  11. Donna G says:

    My heart hurts so badly. and I too feel so helpless…

  12. Katherine says:

    May our hearts always be broken by the "least of these". Those were always the ones Jesus flocked to and it should be the same for us. Thanks for the reminder! I will pray for this little girl and continue to pray for all of those who live in such desperate situations. I know I do not give enough thanks for all of my many blessings.

  13. Judy L says:

    Oh Trey, I can't wait to get there and yet I'm so scared of seeing these precious children and being so inadequate to serve them. The Spanish may not be sinking in enough to speak to them, but this grandma looks forward to cuddling as many as I can. What a reality check it will be to step beyond this cocoon of comfort in which I live.

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