Beacons of hope

It’s a Sunday evening, and I’m at a random charity event(as you do), waiting for the free food to arrive. While aimlessly wandering through the building, I met a very enthusiastic gentleman. Dude just wouldn’t stop talking. He was so excited to meet me, and talk to me about his little dream. He said he’s the founder of an organization that helps fund the education of underprivileged children. And I thought to myself,” well…this is it. If I ever do something good for society, it’s going to be this”. The talkative man invited me to come visit his village, and that’s what I did. This past weekend, along with a friend, I made a trip, far, far away, to the village of “exciting changes”. I was in an adventurous mood for the whole trip. I felt like a mountaineer. I felt the oxygen drop as we travelled further, but soon realized that it was my fat body trying to resist exercise. Plus, we weren’t near any mountains. So, I get there and meet up with the talkative man. He offers to take us to the homes of the students who he’s supporting. So, we went to meet the families. One of them was a family of farmers.

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At each house, as soon as we reached, these young minds, these little beacons of hope, came out to greet us. Those were the students. We met each and every one of them personally, talked to them about their hopes and their dreams. I observed the relationship between the talkative man and the parents of the kids. They treated him like a God. This frightened me a little bit. So while returning home, I turned to my friend and asked him, “you think he’ll rape these kids?”. “I don’t think so”, he said. “I think he’s just an honest guy who wants to give something back”.

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