From her forthcoming book, All My Tears, All My Blessings: A True Story of Courage, Hope, and Faith, as told to Wayne E. Groner
was fourteen years old when I found her. On a cold morning before dawn I made my
rounds in front of rich people’s houses about an hour from my village. I untied
their garbage bags, selected what I thought would help make a meal for my
family, placed the pieces into my own small plastic bag and retied the bags so
the homeowners and garbage collectors wouldn’t know.
there were streetlights, sometimes only porch lights. I approached a house with