Cost to support this orphan for a year $200 (house, cot, caretaker, food, school fees and supplies)
Her first chance to work out of poverty: a $45 microloan.
She weaves baskets on the roadside and lives in a roadside tent made of canvas and plastic. For the first time in her life, she has dreams of upgrading to a one-room hut and eating more than once every other day.
Why did I post these photos?
So people will stop asking me why I go to India. Right now, after six weeks and my plane leaving in less than a day, I feel like I never want to come back to this heartbreaking place. But after a few months, I remember the smiles more than the stench, I remember that for $45 I can change a woman’s life. I remember that my daughter and grandson brought an incredible world of joy to six orphans and I will want to see them again so I can send Pam and Cameron more photos. I remember that God gave me an incredible gift in pushing me (bitching and moaning of course) on this path 25 years ago instead of letting me be a Famous Travel Writer staying in 5-star resorts. I remember that I cannot hide this gift in the closet with the outgrown jeans and near-miss gifts. I remember that no matter what I do is just a teardrop in an ocean of need, but as someone once said, it is my teardrop.
I am so grateful to be going home. I am so tired of basic accommodations and no TV and bugs and dirt and dust. I am so tired of not understanding the language, of not being able to get around by myself, of being careful about the food and water, of dealing with a different culture. I am leaving my teardrop here in India. It will take months for another teardrop to form.
And then I will be on a plane to some god-forsaken place, knowing that that is where god lives and that is where god expects me to go and maybe between these hard trips I’ll get some R&R in Rome.