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Faith,Hope and Charity . . . . In India
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Wow! amazing! reminds me of all of my dear friends! thanks for sharing this!!
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Quite a contrast from the “poor” Rich Kids of Delhi! Thanks for commenting!
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yes it is! Made me tear up and an amazing thing to do and amazing people to see!
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Truly, it is Incredible India!
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Yes I am sure
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Reblogged this on Kentucky Angel.
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Thanks so much, Angie! How are things going?
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Things are starting to move faster now Anne. Especially when I look at the calendar and realize how close we are to December now. I have afghans to make. And my move in date is Sept 4, only 9 days away, so that is exciting and frightening and I can’t wait, but wish it could be put off another year, or didn’t have to happen. Moving day jitters I think.
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Oh , I misunderstood. About when your move was. You don’t waste a minute.
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My eyes are still full of tears Anne. These people are so different from Niv, it’s hard to believe she is really from India, but maybe because she is the high class family rather than a regular person. So heartwarming to see how the normal citizens are. What wonderful people they are. I now feel flattered by some of the insults she tossed at me.
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You have such a tender heart! Soon I will share what I did when beggar asked. Funny David and I were just talking about how different many of the wealthy, educated Indians here are from the people in India. We , though, had little contact with the wealthy class, thankfully!
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It would be so difficult to turn away from the beggars. That is what started the trouble between my family and me, money means nothing to me, so when I see someone in need and I have the money or food, or whatever, I share. My family has the money grasped tightly in their sweaty hands, and will release it only if they are guaranteed a tax break. I just have never understood their way of thinking so I’ve always wondered if they found me on the doorstep or in the garbage at some time. Of course they would never have kept me, so I know that is not the case, but it still makes me wonder.
And count yourself blessed that you didn’t have to deal with the wealthy class. Everyone else is considered a servant, even when they lose their money and have to work, or send the family out to work for them, as in Niv’s case. Shuddering at the memory.
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I have seen over and over that the people who understand “need” or care little for money except to share! Remember the widows mite in one of Christ’s parables? Blessings to you!
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