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What Kind Of World We Living In?

The world is small, but it is not big as well. People are getting selfish and careless... Just to make sure they won't have difficulty in their life, but how about another corner of this world?

Today I went to my training, just like other days. I parked my car quite further away from my training agency, so I had to walk for quite a while to my destination. Not far away from me, there was an Indian with dirty clothes. He is walking with his bared foots, probably walking under the sun had cause his unprotected foots bleeding. We used to walk with shoes, shoes was seems so normal to us in these days... When we get bored of it, all we need is change a new pair of shoe, but how often can he change a new shoe? I don't dare to think of it...

He walking toward few people whom passed by him, trying so hard to get some money to fill up his stomach... But rejection and ignorance is what he received. From his dirty appearance and long hair, probably he was smelly... Maybe that's the reason why people won't bother about him... Or maybe people are getting careless...

He walked to me... The Indian was finally crying like a child, tears was dropping from his eyes. This is the first time I saw an adult crying and begging like baby, I felt so sad that someone have to do this just to survive... He started to begging me to give some money to him... Nothing much that he said... When someone starved to his limit, all he can do is throw away his pride... and begged as hard as he can... He said: "Indian is dying, Nepal is dying, I need to eat! I just want to eat! Please..." He said it along with some Indian language which I don't understand... But i knew that he need something for his stomach, yet he was so scared of me. Poor man... he won't even dare to stand closer to me, In this moment, I knew his self esteem has been gone for long time... World don't do this to people, it is people whom done this to each other.

Without second thought, I brought him to the nearest mamak stall to have something for his stomach. I saw all the wound and scar on his body... Probably it was made by people while he trying to begged for money. Five dollars was what it took to filled the poor Indian stomach, i gave him another five dollar to him after he finished the food. Those money I probably will spend on another pack of cigarettes, instead of that, I doing something else more meaningful which is helping a homeless man to survive, why not? I asked the question to myself. Sometime, with small amount of money we can make a difference, but that small amount was seems so important to most of the people.

Countless thanks was came out from his mouth, but that mean nothing much to me... He still have to go through the same experience tomorrow... A day after tomorrow... Until he was unable to do it anymore... Nothing much i know about him, he from Nepal, he had to went through rejection everyday, he had to beat by people everyday, then he had to go back home...The dirty alley or street we walked everyday was his home... We saw it most of our day, but ignorance was what we do... Pretended they are not exist... He slowly went away, but what I saw was a man who lose his pride and dignity... Or are we steal it from them... Who are we?

Sometime, we can do something about this world, yet we chosen to be careless... That Indian reminded me of my old best friends, the college where I am was something they can't afford. He reminded me they used to begging other people to lend them money to study... Nothing much I can do to help them... I don't have power that time. Instead of worrying my problem, I forgot people that might have bigger problem than I am... What I been through is nothing compared to them...

How shameful I am...