The most heart-breaking part about traveling that moved and traumatized me, is meeting the have-not children. This is where I have inherited my Mother’s caring gene. They are destitute and condemned to poverty and all the horrible trappings that come with poverty, drugs, criminality, un-education, prostitution, self-deprecation (which is absolutely beneath lack-of-confidence as one would put it), etc…
How can I change this? I donate with my own resources. I donate where it needs the most. The children are hungry. If I can donate a box of noodle, that for one week, the poverty-stricken kids will not head to bed with the empty growling stomachs, then that would be a day worth living for. Lack of education – If I can donate a pencil and a booklet, with these essentials, I hope will stoke the fire in these children to doodle something imaginary, fantastic that will affirm how special and gifted they are. Eventually, they can triumph over poverty.
Market Boy Selling Lottery Tickets