Heart of Giving

Maybe I have the bad tendency to find always people that indeed have some problems in their life but they are rather like me and they are nice. They're not being like the most others. And well, I just meet them; I'm not constantly looking out for such people. I'm someone that quickly starts to honestly care about a person and I always try to help the best I can..... And what can I help, I can help with words -the most people I meet, and they are okay. I just got words to help and it's always depending on it if they are in touch with me or not. Whenever one of them is in bad trouble, or even close to something like killing themselves I wish I could get there somehow and take care of them or so I could really do something! Not just sit here and wait for a message, having to guess if they're still ok or not. It makes me go crazy when I am impotent to help people.

   

Its afternoon already. The sun is radiating on his face and his throat is dehydrated. But he cannot stop walking. He has to sell all the 50 newspaper in his hand by sunset. Clearly, he has no option but to endure to walk from bus to bus, persuading people to buy the paper. There is no place he can get a drink of water, so he see no point in sitting down somewhere or looking for a way to get water and wasting time. He walks from window to window, thrusting the papers in the faces of the passengers, hoping they get attracted to the glamorous picture.

 He hangs back around where he sees children, in the hope that they will see the cartoons and urge their parents to buy them one. But like every other the mothers ignore him and pull up her window. She is afraid he will nick something from her car.

His own mother is nowhere to be seen. She must be somewhere on the other edge of the road begging for money. The boss tells her to drag herself on the avenue of Ratnapark. This, he says will bring more sympathy and thus, more money. He doesn’t like to see her like that, but he had no choice. Sometimes he gets scared, that she too will be crushed like father under a speeding car. The VIPs in their big cars have no sense and often drive over his friends and the other beggars at the crossing. Work doesn’t stop of course; sometimes, it comes as a boon when occasionally; a kind-hearted man gives him 10 rupees when he sees a bandaged hand. But very rarely meet such people. 

When he look at these people in their big cars and think of himself, if ever he will be able to rise up to their level. Maybe someday he will run away and get better job somewhere. But that is not easy. The boss’s men will beat up his mother and torment her if they find out. Maybe he would run away without telling her. But then, who will take care of her?, His sister already has to carry around 3 more brothers all day, and see to it that they get a crumb of food. He doesn’t know what to do right now, but he will figure out something. He thinks Someday, after his mother pass away, he will run away and make more money. He will drive a car just like those VIPs people. But he will possess the heart to give away a few rupees, maybe even a hundred, to the people on the street. People like him.

 In your own way, just imagine a situation where you can pass through a day with nothing for your stomach. This is what the orphan child experiences as most of them take days only getting one meal a day and at times move out with totally nothing to eat. They are expected to work a lot throughout the day, mistreated and at the end of the day when time for sharing benefits comes they are considered last.  So, let’s work in unison for the welfare of those street children.