We were tromping through a dump in Manila when I first understood how much abundance I possess.
I was on my first far-away missions trip, and that day was eye-opening. In groups of two-three, we visited with the residents who lived there.
Yes, people lived in the dump. Where rancid water puddled on the unpaved roads. Where young children dug in the high mounds of trash, searching for copper to sell. Where the danger of the methane gas and the instability of those mounds could lead to death with one misstep.