I visited Egypt in 2011. It was a touch and go situation whether we would be allowed into the country, and although I was scared I was also excited to see the great pyramids and the wealth that I had read so much about over the years. What I found there was both great beauty and extreme poverty. Yes, the pyramids are beautiful and I can say I have walked right up to them and touched them but they are surrounded by Egyptian children trying to sell you trinkets to earn money for their families. We saw persons living in homes that had caved in, and this was multiple families that just continually built on top of one another. We saw families and livestock living together on what would normally be a roof in the USA. We saw elderly persons that were most certainly sick, and when we asked about them we were told that they were persons that did not have children that were taking care of them. They depend on family to work and provide for them in their old age and if they have no one- well they end up living in hovel. I toured the great museum of Cairo and right next to it was the remains of the government building that the revolutionists burnt in their protests, although the general population I talked to believes the government did it to keep people from proving that the government was corrupt. To see all that and to stand in the shadow of that huge building and to smell its charred remains emblazoned this on my brain and it is something I will never forget. In comparison for me it is like 9/11, and those shots still filling my head today whenever I think of the trade center. I stood in Tahrir Square too, and words cannot even begin to explain all the emotions that ran through me there.