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Published: October 13th 2009
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I couldn't make out his his name when I asked him. He was literally skin in bones; the type you see on late night tv and you change the channel because that is not what you wish to see. His cheek bone were as a skull, all his ribs were evident, and his eyes were dark. He asked me if I could rub his hair as he lay there looking at me. Of course I did this but I felt ashamed at my hesidancy to even touch him. After I poured a cup of water into his mouth he turned his head from me a few minutes as i continued to stoke his head as my mom did for my when i was young. He turned to me with a tear filling one eye and said, "I'm dead."
In fact, he probably will be. Two just died yesterday. This is the original house that mother teresa founded for the dieing and destitude. The nuns find men and women on the street and bring them into the home to hopefully nurse them back to health, but most of the time instead what they receive is peaceful and loving death. There were about 50 in all i would guess. Our job was to give massages, change pants, help feed ect.
I have never seen starvation first hand. It is overwhelming and I can't write much on it at this time because i just got back an hour ago. There is much to learn from this. The realities of the world. We ignore it. We try to be indifferent. But these multitudes are people, individuals with names and hopes, who simple found themselve helpless...and dead.
Another volunteer told me that one a couple days ago he found a man dead, starved, laying in the metro...people were walking right by him. it makes me despise the 'rich' indians for this indifference...but maybe we also walk right by them in our own way. Maybe i am no better.
Volunteering with mother teresa's mission was great. I served at a couple different places and it is all worthwhile. I served with people from india, spain, germany, uk, france, new zealand, austrailia, and may more. some of which have been multiple times. some of which are on leave from grad school. there is plenty good in the world as well.
by the way...thank you all for your comments...i can't tell how it is an encouragement.
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Nicole
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wow
Wow Jason, it's crazy that you are experiencing this aspect of life. I'm sure that these memories will change you forever. Thanks for giving us a glimpse of what you are seeing. I love you!