Hardening your heart.

Early, early this morning, on our way out of Bed in
Malate, Joel and I saw a boy of 6 or 7 crouched in a corner, an electric fan and
a couple of friends attending him as he shook uncontrollably. Rugby glue

What could we do? What
could anyone do?

proselytizing (don’t give money to beggars, they’ll just get used to it, where
are their parents, etc. etc.) tastes like lies, excuses, things we tell
ourselves so we don’t have to be paralyzed by the many, many tragedies that
surround us, so we can still tell ourselves, we’re happy.