It’s hard to imagine a life where you work, raise a family, play, grow old, live and die in the city dump. But for kids like Maria, it is reality. Entering their world, what hits you most is the smell. The raw emotions are overwhelming. Why are children being born in a dump? How unfair is it that they must work all day sorting trash! They should be playing and going to school instead of sleeping under a black garbage bag on the ground, stomachs growling with hunger. But this their world. Your consciousness rebels. God forbid this was the life of my children. You choke back tears, smile and respond to their hugs of gratitude for the clothes and food you brought. You join a game of kick ball with a warped ball one of them salvaged from the trash. What if Maria could go to school? What if a someone provided money for food, clothes and a bed so that her mom didn’t need her to work in the dump? What if?????