We wake up everyday listening to the surf. The Pacific Ocean crashes in just outside our bungalows. If we close our eyes it sounds like we're on vacation...sadly, our eyes are not closed; although God's beauty is surrounding us we see the despair left behind by poverty. The horses roam the the beach starving. Their ribs are exposed and they walk like sloths up the beach. The dogs sit in the roads skinny and disease ridden. One out of every 5 children dies before their fifth birthday. It's an understatement to say Americans have a good standard of living.
We asked the locals about crime and they looked puzzled. "No crime" they said. "We know each other". "We help each other". San Rafael del Sur, Nicaragua is a populated community consisting of some of the very poorest people in Nicaragua, and yet crime is almost non-existent. Why?
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