What’s an apple mean you?
The first night in Africa I woke up to someone trying to break into our house and our security guard Cartwright chasing them away. Cartwright has been a pleasure to have around our compound. Every time we walk past him, he greets us with a big smile. The one thing that caught me off guard was one night when I asked him if he wanted an apple. His jaw slightly dropped and he responded with, “I haven’t had an apple in over three years”. This made me realize how little I understand what poverty looks like.
A lot of times we get mad when our server takes too long with our meal...