


I am back after my April hiatus. Has a month
already gone by? Before, I was writing just to keep the blog going but I realized there wasn't any heart in it. I've been wanting to write about this incident I had a few weeks back. I remember this day so clearly like it was yesterday and hold back tears in recollection.
I was on the subway and this homeless man was staring at his reflection on the door's window, combing his hair. I don't know if it was his gentle demeanor, his intent to comb his hair or the fact that he looked like he could be a distant uncle but for some reason I felt for him. I wondered what his life was like before the present. I imagined him as an Alaskan musher. He looked so gentle...I could imagine him playing with his grandkids. He is standing here, with his bags set upon his feet and trying to make himself presentable, whether for himself or for the public. As I was feeling guilty about how good I had it, I took a look around and realized everyone else was staring at him in contempt and disgust. I suddenly had the urge to protect him and wanted to tell everyone to mind their own business. They don't know his circumstances. Who are they to judge?
As I left the subway car, I suddenly felt awful that I didn't offer him any of my food since I had done some grocery shopping. I hopped on the tram, replayed the recent scene in my mind and fought back tears. Why is it that society expects people in other countries (aka non-western countries) to be poor. It is expected, seen, and tolerated when we travel to countries in Asia or Africa. But here, in our country, our home, we disregard and sneer at the less fortunate. How is it that we are one of the most developed countries in the world with such a high homeless rate?
I am constantly reminded of my reverse culture shock from living in Ghana to America and I am appalled at how much we live in excess. Don't get me wrong, I have now gotten used to the "American way of life" but when I am reminded, I am daunted by the amount of water, food and recyclables that are wasted every day and ashamed of my frivolous ways. The amazing women in Ghana would walk miles to fetch water, walked the same path home carrying that bucket on their head and used it for washing or cooking for that day. Then the process would repeat the next day. Although some are doing well in these countries, for most, the theme is hard work for survival.
As Sidney Poitier states in
The Measure of a Man "What I'm saying is that by having very little, I had it
good...Dirt poor and wearing a gunnysack for pants, I inherited such a legacy, and I pity the kids today who are being raised in such a way that they'll be hard-pressed to enjoy the simple things, to endure the long commitments, and to find true meaning in their lives."
I hope I have learned something from my travels; to utilize my education and opportunities to help others and find meaning in my life. I pray that my ambitions and goals are not all in vain. Most of all, I hope I can find happiness and enjoy the simple things in life.





Siempre Me Quedara (I Will Always Have)
how to explain that it tears me into thousands,
the little corners of my bones
that the schemes of my life have fallen
now that everything was perfect,
and what's more than that,
you had me under a spell, they'd comment on my weight.
of this little body of mine, that has become a river.
of this little body of mine, that has become a river.
it's hard to open my eyes, and I do it little by little
because you might still be near.
I hold your memory, like the best secret.
how sweet it was to have you inside.
there is a piece of light in all this darkness to lend me peace..
time calms everything, the storm and the silence
time calms everything, the storm and the silence.
I will always have, the gentle voice of the sea
to breathe again, the rain that will fall over this body
and will wet the flower that grows in me.
and I will laugh again, and every day for an instant I will think of you again,
and the gentle voice of the sea
and breathe again, the rain that will fall over this body
and will wet the flower that grows in me.
and I will laugh again. and every day for an instant I will think of you again.
o breathe again, the rain that will fall over this body and will wet the flower that grows in me
and I will laugh again, and every day for an instant I will think of you again. and the gentle voice of the sea.
and to breathe again, the rain that will fall over this body
and will wet the flower that grows in me.
and I will laugh again, and every day for an instant I will think of you again.