This story really haunts me. I've been brainstorming ideas to help out in some way. Anyone have any ideas or interested in helping? Perhaps, at the very least, finding some way to send money to him every month?
Stephen Batte works in a quarry under the blazing sun, chipping rocks into gravel with a homemade hammer. It's tiring, boring and dangerous. Stephen is 9 years old, and has been on the rock pile since he was 4.
"Life has always been hard here," he whispers, carefully positioning a sharp rock before striking it with well-practiced accuracy. "But since my mother died, things have been much harder."
Hard to read. Hard to stomach. And he isn't alone.