Hi all,
Yep its me and I am back in old Mother India. It wasn’t easy for the flight attendants, bless their souls, having to pull me out of the plane kicking and screaming, “I don’t want to go back, you can’t make me go.” I joke of course. But it is so difficult to look down onto India and see the poverty and to remain confident. I look at the miles and miles of slums and feel so insignificant, how can I make a difference amongst all of this? But there are so many that struggle through that same dilemma on a daily basis. And I am happy to join with them in my own way. I have already met many of the dear people that I worked with previously and they are so welcoming. I have also met a whole bunch of new people mostly Americans interning for a short time with the organization I am partnering with. This should prove to be an added blessing for sure. Keep me in your prayers and I will keep you posted if anything exciting happens.
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this entry reminds me of the story of all the little sea turtles crossing the road and getting crushed by traffic...and the one bleeding heart who was frantically picking them up one or two at a time and returning them to the ocean, and the cynical onlooker who said,"there's so many of them...you cant possibly make a difference" and the helper said.."i'm making a difference for this one, and this one, and this one..." and so on. You are so amazing face all the poverty and corruption and help the individuals that you can. To them, you are making all the difference in the world.
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