One of the things that surprised me about India is the striking difference between the poor and the rich. When you stop at a red light (or should I say if you stop at a red light--cause often people don't) there are a number of beggar men, women and children that will tap on your window asking for food. Outside of all of the tourist sites there are dozens of kids begging for food and money.
While I wish I could, I obviously can't save everyone. I have no problem saying no to the grown men and women. However I am a sucker for the women with malnoursihed, underclothed children. I feel like you have to be heartless to totally ignore them. The problem is that if you give to one within seconds you find yourself surrounded by dozens of others. I have learned that you can give to one person if you are going to leave immediately. Lana and Sabrina say that my maternal instincts are kicking in. Perhaps.
I am posting a picture of a really cute friendly kid who was with his sister who couldn't have been more than 11 years old. Their mother was nowhere to be found. The baby was not wearing any pants, underware or shoes despite the fact that the temperature got down to the 30's at night and in the morning. The thing that was most striking about him was that despite his circumstances being poor and dirty he was able to smile and find joy in life.
We can learn a lot from babies.
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