Today I did my tri-monthly visa run to Cambodia. The place I go feels like a hole in the wall kind of place, and there are always beggar children asking for money. I'm a sucker to begin with, but now these kids remember me and call me by name when I come. How do you say no to a host of hopeful, pleading eyes from children calling out, "Sharon, Jahm die!" (Sharon, we remember you!)
So I pulled out a set of 20-baht bills, but before I knew it, a mob had formed with a million and one little hands grabbing for the money, so I pulled back and replaced it in my purse. I told them they need to share, and then one little guy took charge, forming them into groups of 4, and I gave a some money to each group of 4.
Unfortunately, there were a whole host of others watching from the fringes, and when my little groups dispersed, there were many more to replace them. I finally had to say no, but it didn't stop them from trailing me and repeatedly asking for money "for school".
Below is the group of guys who got the last of the money I handed out.

After I took their picture, the bigger guy in the red shirt offered to take a picture of me with the group. He was thrilled to death to get to use my camera. It was fun just to see the broad grin on his face as he took the picture.

I have one more visa run to do in June, before returning to the States. I want to do something special for those children that last time--and have enough for everyone. I know, I'm nuts! (I won't do granola bars--I tried that one time, and they weren't very happy about it:).
Anyway, once back in Bangkok, as I was waiting for a bus, I saw a beggar man on the busy pavement. I have seen him before; he lies prostrate on the cement and pulls himself along little by little, his alms bowl in front of him. His one leg is shriveled in diameter to about the size of my wrist.
Sometimes I find myself in a real battle regarding beggars. I hear many conflicting stories. Who is genuinely a beggar? Some of them put on false fronts. Which ones are part of gangs that deposit various beggars at various vantage points around the city, and who don't benefit from the money they make because the gangs use it on alcohol and drugs? Would a nice meal be a better choice? What about simply making friends and chatting a bit? Or what about praying for them, even for healing for their deformities (oh ye of little faith--as well as little courage)?
Or maybe it doesn't really matter what is the truth if I am giving from the heart?? Sometimes when I walk past these people with a just-purchased 45-baht cup of iced coffee, I think, wow, I will pay 45 baht for something I don't even need and then blindly walk past someone in need without a second glance. Or, more likely, walk past on the other side, studiously avoiding looking into their eyes. What New Testament parable does that remind you of?
So, the battle in my mind continues, and sometimes I give and more often I don't. I think I'm rambling. That means it's time for me to get some sleep.
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