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What I saw at market was true craftsmanship – clothes, wood carvings, bags, scarves, blankets – all beautiful. I was not prepared to experience the onslaught of people trying to throw themselves at me to sell their goods, many following me in hopes I would change my mind. This began to overwhelm me and I was ready to escape it.
Lunch took us to an area that was filled with beggars, mothers with babies, children dirty, hungry and begging for money. They would call me “mama” and pull at my heart strings. Following the advice of my Indian friends there with me, I knew I couldn’t give them money or I would be bombarded by them all. This was the hardest moment of my life. We all see starving children on TV, but seeing them right in front of me was overwhelming. I knew that this was a moment in my life that God wanted me to experience and that the images and faces would be with me the rest of my life. I see them now as I am writing these words.
As I made my way that night to my room, rightly called the “Comfort Inn”, I was brought back to the comforts of home, hidden away from all around me. I took in the many amenities of the beautiful room so much differently than I would have one day before. I felt immense gratitude for each part of the room – the soft bed, down comforter, beautiful toilet, overhead walk in shower.
Looking out the window I saw thousands of head lights, heard thousands of horns, Dehli does not sleep at night.