Today's post is being reblogged from "Marina on a Mercy Ship". Marina and Carol (whom you'll soon meet!) were at the On-Boarding program last summer in Texas and we became good friends with both. Let me just say, I have never seen Carol - who had the latest and greatest outfits - look like this before. To God be the glory!
I got your attention didn't I? But really, look at this...
Gross, huh? Well a pile of compost can do a whole lot of good. I
wouldn't call myself a agriculture expert, a gardener, or even someone
who knows a little bit about turning garbage into nutrients for the
ground, but I know there is great potential for this pile. Well, this is
a pile in the middle of a field. That field is owned by the Ambatovy
mining company. It is on loan, under the care of a Malagasy man
(Ramirar), and it is the home of change. I don't know exactly how this
partnership started but somehow our Hotel Engineer was involved and we
are now putting our food waste to good use.
The fruit peels, unwanted food, spoiled food, food that gets scraped off
people's plates at the end of a meal gets put into white buckets. The
buckets get brought to this field everyday (except Sunday because
Ramirar goes to church). There are only a few people that volunteer to
load up the buckets, drive to the field, help Ramirar dump them, bring
the buckets back, and wash them out, so they can be used again. Carol is
one of these people. It is better if she has a buddy to ride along with
her, so I asked if she needed anyone this past week. I went with her on
Tuesday and Thursday, bright and early. We loaded up the buckets, drove
to the field, picked up Ramirar at his house (which is on the outside
of the field), drove to the pile, Carol unscrewed the lids, Ramirar
dumped the buckets, I put the lids back on, and Carol loaded them back
up.
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| Marina is in red and Carol in gray |
So thank you Carol, for letting me ride along, for being willing to get
dirty, and to showing your love to all the people you meet along the
way!
