Monday, October 8, 2012

An Act of Humility

So, this past weekend I went to Gran Plaza, which is a shopping center/mall. While waiting for one of my friends to show up, I decided that it would be nice to drink a hot cup of coffee and enjoy people watching while perched on a windowsill. As I was enjoying my coffee, well kind of..it's hard to find good coffee in the Yucatán, I noticed a woman sitting along the wall. At first I just thought she was someone waiting for a friend to show up, but after observing her for a little while, I realized that she had severe scarring on her arms and face and was most likely homeless. This crushed my heart. After a few more minutes, people started coming up to her and handed her some change...more and more people followed suit. After sitting outside near this woman for over 30 minutes, a customer at the mall had purposely gone inside and bought this woman new clothes-shirts and jackets to keep her warm on the chilly nights. If I had more money on me, I would have bought this woman dinner. Experiences like this make you wonder how people end up this way. They are most likely extremely sad situations. does she have family--sons, daughters, grandchildren? So many questions that need to be asked, but is it our place to ask them?

Sorry for this very deep and emotional post, but it consists of something that is usually overlooked in our societies.