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Published: October 24th 2005
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You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you, but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger you learn the things you never knew, you never knew…
- Colors of the Wind from Pocahontas.
For those of you who know me you know that I really don’t share my emotions at all. Maybe that’s why its so hard to write anything, because it was a very emotional trip….I don’t know how to describe everything that I saw, heard, did, and smelled in India, because it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before. I did a lot of traveling with early (4am) mornings, and late (11pm) nights. The 4 days that I spent up north felt like 2 weeks because we did so much, in such a short amount of time. My brain is trying very hard to process everything that I have just experienced. Right now, I think I just need sleep and time. If I ever figure it out, (how to write about my experience in a coherent way) I’ll let you know. I think right now all I need is sleep and time for my brain to catch up with the rest of my body… Tomorrow we get to Myanmar, maybe if I have time after Myanmar I will have a better idea of how to talk about India. I just want to leave you with a poem that hits home with me. I would like to take credit for it but cant because I didn’t write it, but it’s right on…
“Don’t Give To the Beggars”
Don’t give to the beggars, they said,
So I didn’t, and my heart ached
As I turned and walked away
From a 4 year old starving child.
Don’t give to the beggars, they said
So I hid my money and walked away
From a thin mother and her two children,
Carrying all my packages…
Don’t give to the beggars, they said,
So I pushed away the little children
Don’t give to the beggars, they said,
So I laughed and nervously as a leper
Clutched at my friend,
Laughed because it was easier
Than to cry
Don’t give to the beggars, they said,
So I walked for blocks,
Trying to ignore the kids at my side
Running away instead of staying to help.
Don’t give to the beggars, they said,
I thought I hadn’t, but I was wrong…
I did give, each and every time…
A part of me, naïve to the pains of others,
To the horror of others.
I gave them my innocence
And they gave me their pain
And after India
I will never be the same.
-anonymous, F90 SAS voyage
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Aunt Bonnie
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A Hug for u
Take your right hand and put it on your left shoulder ... now take your left hand and put it on your right shoulder .... then SQUEEZE really hard ... theres a big hug from me to you !! Luv Ya xo