As I left Mother's House this morning, I took a pack of biscuits from them not knowing exactly what I will do with the biscuits. But as I left Mother's House after evening prayer, a homeless man passed me on the street, stopped and bent down to pick a piece of food from the gutter and placed it into his mouth. I tapped him on the shoulder and asked if he would like some biscuits and gave him half a pack which he quickly ate half and saved the other half for later. I then told him to come to Shishu Bhavan at seven each morning where he can get a nice hot meal from the MC Sisters. A little bit further down the road, I ran into a poor woman I see begging everyday and gave her half of the remaining biscuits and that brought a smile to her face since they are her favorite. She comes to the Sealdah dispensary every morning to get food from us and is happy whenever we give her biscuits. And further down the road, I ran across another homeless man sitting in the gutter near the trash holding a cow bone with some raw flesh still on it. That was going to be his dinner for the night so I stopped for a third time and gave the rest of the biscuits to him. He took the biscuits from my hand and a warm smile came to his face as I wished him well.
It is amazing what people will do here in Kolkata to survive each day. I am humbled by them for I am too weak to do what they do to survive and would just give up. Therefore, I am very thankful that I am able to serve the poor in any little way I can. They are my boss and they are God's children in the truest sense.