Every day heroes

There's something about this horrible feeling, being a western person in a poor country never being able help as much as you want. I try to give as much as I can, but it's never going to be enough. Besides, I'm just giving here and now because it's all in my face and as soon as I get home I'll forget about it...or? It's a classic dilemma.

I feel like an idiot talking to people who've done volunteer work for years, when I just felt slightly better after paying the school fee for a boy. There are so many great people out there; teaching English in slum schools, helping out in hospitals, raising money for Tibet. My heart is growing day by day seeing all those amazing things happening. And the real heroes; the boy in the coffee shop running the café alone since both of his parents are sick, the monk living in a shed with no toilet or running water and still smiling in bliss every time you look at him - these people make their life worth living in ways hard to imagine.

Last time I was in India I promised myself to never go back (I was even sicker that time). This time I want to tell everyone to go here - it's for sure a life changing experience!