Re: a lil upset..
Stories like that always bring tears to my eyes.
I learned my lesson the hard way. Couple of years ago, while I was in Pakistan, I went out with friends to eat outside. We were sitting at this table near the chiken Tikka stall and a boy about 10 years old came to us. He was wearing clean clothes and didn't present the picture of a begger. He asked me for some money. All of us started joking with him, asking him what he will do with that money. He said he would eat something. We invited him to eat with us, he refused and insisted that we give him some money so he can buy his own food. So all of us thought that he was just a pest, asking for money, and was not hungry. He started to tell us that he goes to school, his father is out of work because he is sick. They havent eaten for 2 days now thats why he was asking me money so he could buy something and take it home. We were all laughing and joking and 100% convinced that he was a liar, I think someone from us made a stupid remark about him and his family. Then I noticed tears dropping from his eyes. We laughed even louder "Buhat baRa dramay baaz hay yar"
One of my friends said "OKay take us to your home we will see for ourselves" , he wanted to joke around a bit more with that kid.
The kid looked at us straight in the eyes and told my friends "Okay , If you want to see, please come, I will take you to my home, It will at least save my all the walking I have to do to get back, I dont even have money for the bus fare"
We took him in our car, We drove for like 15 minutes and this small kid guided us through narrow kachhii streets and finally asked us to stop in front of a JhoonPree. He went inside, probably to tell the people inside that they had visitors. He came out and asked us to walk in.
My dear guppies, please believe me, There was not even a chair or anything for us to sit down. His father was lying in a corner on a broken charpai AND he was sick. The kid was just standing in a corner tears flowing down his eyes and I could see curious eyes peeking at us from behind a wall.
We could take it no longer. I think we were all fighting hard to hold back our own tears. We went outside, emptied out all of our pockets and gave everything we had to that kid. He would not look at us straight in the eyes. This was because he was not a professional begger which made our own attitude a short while ago look really pathetic and we were cursing ourselves.
We could take it no longer and just got into the car and drove away.