Cost of Living
Cristian — Today I had breakfast but there are days when I don’t eat. If you see dark circles under my eyes, it’s because I don’t sleep. By seven or eight o’clock at night, I’m trying to find where to eat or looking for a place to stay, bathe, and change into some clean clothes. Really, most times it’s only looking for a place to wash up. Even if I’m wearing the same clothes, the trick is to wash up so I don’t smell bad. I sweat. I can tell when I smell bad and when I need a bath, but with what money?
A bath costs 50 pesos ($3 USD). A room for the night costs 200 pesos ($12). You work like a dog for 20-30 pesos and you ask yourself, what good is that? I want my own room. I want my privacy. I want to take a bath, watch television — but money doesn’t go very far. A donut costs 10 pesos (60 cents), a taco is 17 pesos ($1) — so do I eat or not eat, or do I save the money to try and get a room later?
Above all, I’m making it. And I’m demonstrating to others that even with my disability, I can make it. I know that God has something in mind for me. I thank Him for another day, for allowing me to get up, move, meet people. Every day is different. I ask Him to be the owner of my life, to guide me, to speak through me. Happiness, peace, and tranquility? I have them because of God.