Yesterday morning Alex and I were approached by a beggar asking for milk for her child. Only when walking past her again 20 minutes later did I realise that the little girl she claimed was sick wasn't sick at all... she was well and truly dead. Later that day the group walked past a dead boy on the side walk that had no one to care that he had left this earth as the world continued around him. Just these two moments have really cut deep with me; if a lady is reduced to carrying around a dead child she may have just hit rock bottom. This has made me feel almost helpless. We go to Freeset and hear of the 10,000 prostitutes that are abused, attacked and disrespected in the red light district (if they go the police they would be "ignored or raped again"). So with all these problems glaring you in the face, it is kind of hard not to feel overwhelmed by how useless you are and how impossible it seems it would be to make a big impact on this country.
But only when I think harder do I realise that all is not lost. There are thousands of organisations out there (we are about to go to Future Hope) and it is only by trying that we can save the ones we can. It is all about perspective...
Just a thought,
Hugo (Irene)
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