Will I ever use a washing machine without seeing Chanty washing the clothes of the young orphans in a five-gallon bucket?
Will I ever see a color book without thinking of the teenage orphans who were as excited to color and the younger children?
Will I ever look in my closet, thinking I have nothing to wear, and not think of those I met who truly only have the clothes on their backs?
Will I ever eat without remembering Serat tell of gathering grains of rice out of the dirt and washing them to feed his sick mother when they had nothing?
Will I ever see a baby without thinking of the 14 month old who was found abandoned in a trash can?
Will I ever tell my children I love them without seeing the faces of the orphans?
I hope I am forever changed. May I never stop being reminded. May I never stop weeping for the orphans. May I never become so calloused that I miss the needs of those who really are in need.
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