This was such a difficult moment for me. Watching these people come up to the door asking for money and knowing that a dollar for me that I waste on whatever my heart desires could mean a lot for them. D'arcy always wants me to keep change on hand when we go downtown so we can drop coins in the homeless' buckets, but I'm not sure if I can do that here without being mobbed. Abebe, our driver (and friend), told us that there is a huge disparity between the rich and the poor in Ethiopia. They have less "opportunity". The opportunity we have in the United States is also an excuse to be hateful and stingy to the poor in our midst. It's complicated. It always is, and, no, I didn't roll my window down.