Meet Princess. She is from the Philippines.

World Racer Ben Friedman met her on the streets last night and wrote this.

We did ministry to the street children again last night and one little
girl in specific, Princess, broke my heart.  After giving her a ride on
my shoulders and laughing for a bit, she asked to go home.  Confused, I
asked her where her home was.

"There,"� she said, pointing to a sidewalk across the street.  We walked
across the street and she sat down on the sidewalk under an overhang.
 

"So, this is home?" I asked, in a fairly emotionless voice, not wanting
to depress her, but also not wanting to glitz over a grim reality she
may have already come to realize.

"Yeah," she said, her voice replete with exhaustion as she looked up at
the overhang, making eye contact with me before looking up at the
overhang, as if to direct my eyes towards it and said, "I know, right."

It was a facial expression I had only ever seen on people much older
than her.  She had received a bad lot.

I wish, of course, that this story had a happy ending.  Princess surely
still fell asleep on the sidewalk that night and will likely do the
same tonight and the next night.  I don't have an answer as to why injustice
exists. I only know that in these
situations, God has given all of us the opportunity to glorify his
name.