The beautiful Guatemalan girls gasped for air as I crumbled up the crisp, 200 quetzales bill ($26 USD). This was more money than any of these 50 girls had ever seen in their lifetime. Some of their reactions produced tears as I stomped on the 200 quetzales bill making it dirty and muddy from my shoes. Almost every one of them nearly came out of their seats as my last act of destroying this bill was attempted. Holding up the muddy, wrinkled piece of paper worth more than they could ever dream of having in their life, I began to tear it in half. The anticipation of this dreadful act soon diminished as they fell lifelessly back into their chairs with there heads hung low.
That one bill could feed their entire family for a month. Their sick sibling could have used it for medical treatment. Their neighborhood friend could have used it to pay for school fees so they could learn to read too.Continue reading The Most Valuable