Last week I returned from another successful trip to India. In this trip we dedicated 7 water projects within Andhra Pradesh and culminated the trip with a quick visit to the Taj Mahal. I had forgotten how hot things were in July but no hotter than Kansas I guess except Kansas doesn’t have the humidity of India. I was averaging 3 bucket showers a day along with several shirts; I was reminded of what life was like when I first lived in Dallas over the summer. Walk outside and instantly you start dripping, well same thing in India. Thankful for the air conditioner for sure.
Each of the communities visited were different, some felt cold and hard and others festive and happy, yet despite the feeling at the beginning, usually by the time water was coming from the pump smiles were being shared all the way around.
One of the first project dedications I did was hampered by a drunk fellow. He kept coming in saying things and seeking to disrupt the meeting. Finally I asked “what does he want?” only to hear “these ladies are lying and you shouldn’t listen to anything they say”. What to do with that? Back and forth he came and went, finally I let him stand next to me, listened to him, shook his hand at which point another argument ensued and he was forcibly removed. At that point I exited and made my way to the car, as I looked back I saw a lady push him down at which point I didn’t want to see or know more, I just felt sorry for him at that point.
As we drove away, I was reflecting about what had happened and peered down a side road and saw a face of a young woman which looked somewhat familiar but way out in the middle of nowhere? I inquired to Raja, my project partner, he lit up when he saw her because he knew her, and she was a 10th class girl that used to stay at New Life Children’s Home. We stopped the car and I rolled down the window to be greeted with a Viser how are you? A mini reunion followed, a welcome respite from what took place just 10 minutes earlier. When we were about to go the women from the village had gathered around the car and asked that we allow them to say just 1 thing, I said sure, no problem, they apologized for the behavior of the drunk guy and explained the back story. I thanked them for coming back and assured them I wasn’t upset, just glad that things were now under control.
Many more things I could share about this most recent trip but I’ll save the space for another time, I will say though that I was joined by some great friends, one of which taught my son twice during elementary school and after hearing about my work expressed a desire to join me one day in India. 6 years later that dream of hers came true and India forever touched her and changed her, hopefully I’ll have her back working alongside me in villages making an impact with clean water or education; only God knows.