When I lived in a remote area of Yemen, I learned what poor was.
I thought my Dad’s family grew up poor, without running water or electricity.
In Yemen I met workers in their 40’s who never owned a pair of store bought shoes. They made their own sandals out of the sidewalls of old tires. I saw homes made of stacked rocks, with dirt floors. Some never had seen indoor plumbing before we set up a construction camp. In a village of ~1,000 people there were 3 buildings with electricity, the store owner that bought the little generator, the “government” building and the school. That generator also run the one pump for the village.
I’ve tried to explain to my kids what poor actually is. There is just no real way to convey that information that they can relate to.
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