Sunday, August 8, 2010

Kundli Of Richest Man

Take it, she is a human.

Today while doing my routine of jogging attempt 4 km of a road whose only reference I know is a school called " Körönd "something unexpected happened to me.


But please, let me tell you from the beginning.

today there was supposed to trot, first because I got up super late, and second because he had to finish-send-via e-mail to the Director of the Orphanage, who lives in Canada with their respective compositions drawings, which were made by children, just before leaving on vacation ... Anyway, the important thing is that I did not time to go jogging.

However, as I think I have told you before, Africans living in a lifestyle very far Hakuna Matata, they are relaxed and calmly take every aspect of life.

Matara, is the owner of a computer center which is located a few meters from Happy Home, and, as he has a printer with scanner, I asked him to scan ten pages that I sent as of June report to the Director of the orphanage. Today, August 7 marks two weeks since I gave the compositions and drawings to Matara, he still has not finished scanning. Every time I go to the store of Matara, he tells me back in an hour, and when back-in an hour, "he says come back in two hours, and yes, I'm very unfulfilled with the schedule, but here African English I can go through facilitated.

Matara Since I had not finished my request, I decided to go jogging (by the way, I feel bad because I was with an allergy that does not allow me to breathe normally).

As expected, when I got home from my friends "Those who always accompany me to jog and I make it look like Forrest Gump, joined me to walk. We went and came, and today, it should be noted, were a few more.

rozábamos
When land in the way back, the mother of one child came to where we were to ask me to take me to the youngest child, Suzan-because in my country could live better.

I, the truth, I was speechless, not knowing what to say or express in my face, without an opportunity to think a response "diplomatic" with no arguments, no way ... with a paradox in crescendo in my consciousness.

What I can say to this lady? I thought at nearly the speed of light.

- Take it - insisted. (People here, like me, do not speak English well)

The only phrase that occurred to me that "almost" spit on was: "I have to for a long time in Kenya", "I promise you when it is time to return to my country think about it. "

- But, Why You Do not Want to go with she? (But why do not you take it?)

What else could I say? I'm too young, I have no money for another ticket, I can not take a child alone because I give it away, it's complicated .... If my brain were a maze, I assure you that this dilemma would never have found out, or at least not at that time.

- She is a human, take it. (She is a human being, take it)

Now if I had dropped a phrase that I perhaps would have been used in a similar time, or to write a job or to tell a story ... "She's a human being," Why do not you want it you wearing? "

If my heart could speak without awareness intervene, he simply would have exploded into tears. But no, the reason I was able to show empathy, weakness, or frankly just a feeling I was eating the skin, I stood firm against a mother who showed me extremely hopeful eyes of a girl less than four years, sucite, barefoot, and with a hard life ahead.

- I can not, I said, and accepted it with resignation.

However, after leaving the mother and child on my back, my conscience kept telling my heart something that, perhaps, was costing him more understanding: "You can not" You can not do anything "

... It's hard, seeing some Chamos live in the kind of conditions in my school books described as extreme poverty, to see them smile because they are at your side, and see them too, running barefoot.

is not easy to go to the supermarket and spend 1000 Shillins (10 dollars) in biscuits, bread and pasta, knowing that they can only eat so they grow his parents ... No cookies and probably will not have milk. Not much more than just have it. It is not easy, and I had not thought so far.

But beware, I know I'm not selfish to have what they do not have, what my thoughts led me is the possibility of planting an idea that they can live with a quality of life a little more dignified, I do not know if it will work, just as they'll tell sow.

From today I feel it is important to ask: What I can do to change, even in a minimum of things?

I also know that I can not change the world, but what I can do is start to try, although not everyone, I just know I did the same with the world of a few.

For now just know that today ...

could not do anything

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