Growing up in India was not easy.  We co-existed with rats, mosquitoes, flies, cockroaches, and even snakes.  But the most difficult part, is that we all fought for access to clean water in India.

When I was young, my parents couldn’t find a home they could afford, because my father worked for a church and made a very small salary.  During that time, the only place we were able to live, was inside the church he was working.  It was a small space within the church, and our “rooms” were separated by a bamboo mat that hung from the ceiling.   My sisters lived on one side of the room, while my parents lived on the other side. With no where else to go, I would sleep on the floor in front of the altar.