I went for a run at my usual time, which is around 7:30 am. It was also the usual temp, which is around 84 degrees (heat index nearing 100). Dumb, I know. Anyways, from my perspective, I had a lot to lament during the run. I was listing them off as the kilometers ticked off:
- "It is sooo hot" (I have a/c and a fan to go home to)
- "These shoes are hurting my feet" (I have shoes)
- "The stopwatch on my ipod didn't work correctly" (I have an ipod - actually it's Carolyn's but she is letting me say it's mine for this post).
- "My eyes get stuff in them as I get blasted by dust, smoke and/or exhaust constantly" (My eyes work)
- "I'm so thirsty" (I have a tall glass of ice-cold water waiting for me at home).
- "My legs are sooo tired" ...then I passed a woman dragging her legs behind her as she scooted along the hot dusty pavement looking for someone, anyone, to give her some money or food. She also had a young girl walking alongside her. I was heartbroken. My perspective didn't only change, it was obliterated...(At least I have legs that work).
|One of the streets I run along. Busy, dusty, hot...but it's home.|
|A boy loading bags of recyclables onto a trailer. The man sitting in the background was waiting for donations from people.|
|Monks walk from house to house in the morning. They stand in front of your house. Once you put some money into their bag they will pray for you.|
|These kids are walking in the exact spot where I saw the woman scooting along the ground.|