– A young person on their knees writing their sad story on the sidewalk with chalk.
– A little baby in a mother’s arms- both dressed in thin clothing on a winter day.
– An old man playing a musical instrument in front of a busy market.
– A teen-ager missing limbs lying on the freezing sidewalk wearing only a cotton shirt. He taps his cup extra
hard when he sees my foreign face.
I’ve heard foreigners are seen as suckers for such sights. I asked my teachers class what they did as they passed by. The answers were thought-provoking.
“I never give. They’re all fakes. They work for someone who makes them do that. You’re just supporting that bad person when you give.”
“They’re kids who are doing it for a bad person. If they don’t get money he beats them. I feel torn – I want to give to help them but I doubt the money will really help them – but it just may keep them from being hurt. Maybe…”
“I don’t know the result. I try to give snacks. What would the god want us to do?”
“I can give a little. Maybe they have other support. Maybe they are tricking me. But the little I give doesn’t hurt me and it may help them a lot.”
“It’s not begging if they’re playing an instrument. They’re giving to all who walk by.”
“They must be desperate or they wouldn’t be doing that”
“Would you give to them if they were in your country?”
And you?