Small acts of kindness
The little girl in a tattered, red dress looked up at me with puppy dog eyes; her hand held out with fingers extended. She might have been 5-years old but barely 3 feet tall. We were in the Philippines, downtown Dumaguete, where many indigenous people find themselves homeless. It was very late at night.
“Wow, you’ve got that look down pat,” I thought, coldly suspecting that any money given would go directly into the purse of her handlers. I was shocked by my own heartlessness.
“What do you want?”
In the wake of Ondoy: Tumana
The headlines are gone; tied up in twine and buried or burned shortly after it happened. The Press, too, is gone; off chasing the next disaster-du-jour, so we hear nothing more and think things are fine. But the story of life in the wake of Typhoon Ondoy – a super storm that devastated parts of […]
