Live A Peeling Life
August 30, 2012 | By Stan Mathew
I remember my first real confrontation with poverty. Twelve years ago I was walking one night on the streets of Bangalore with my team leader, Bob, who was holding a brown sack full of little bananas freshly purchased from a fruit stand. We were walking back to our team’s hotel when a small thin, shabbily dressed child, no more than 5 years old, approached us hunched over with his palm cupped. He extended his hand to the bag Bob was holding and then brought his tiny fingers to his mouth, motioning like this several times, saying “Uncle, please…Uncle please.” Read More
