AWW. Bob Saget.

Vacationing in India, you kind of need to look past things. The dirt,
pollution, rundown homes and those poor little kids begging you for money, are most likely scams. Seeing beggars and such really doesn’t bother me. I guess I kind of built a mental tolerance when it comes to dealing with people in extreme poverty situations. Call me the greedy American all you want, but it’s the truth. You can’t help everyone, it’s that simple. However, I encountered one beggar that really affected me.
I met this lady coming back from the Taj Mahal. We were stuck in Delhi traffic. You see, during red lights in India, people will come up to your car
and try to heckle you into buying things such as water bottles and sun visors. However, at this stop light, I saw
an old lady, maybe in her mid-60’s walk
from car to car asking people for money. You see, I’m already pretty sensitive when in comes to old people in the first place, it really really depresses me when I see old people working at dead-end jobs, when they should be retired. That’s why I hate Walmart greeters. At that age, people should be enjoying what they have left in the lives, not working. Anyways, back to the old lady. As expected, nearly every car that this old lady went up to at this traffic light rejected her, some
even yelling at her to leave. But everytime she got rejected, she wouldnt look affected by the rejection at all. Instead, she would smile and move on to the next car. That joyful spirit made me realize how strong she was. You see, you have to swallow alot of pride to start begging off the street and still keep a positive attitude. When she knocked on my window I didn’t hesitate to roll it down, even with my parents warning me not to give her any money. I gave her 100 rupees, even though I told my parents I gave her 10. She looked shocked and happy at the same time. You see, beggars are what my rich uncle calls “pocket-change dumpsters”. Most beggars at the most should only be given 5 rupees max. Anyways, a giant smile came upon the old lady’s face and started telling me how great of a person I was, and I told
her no, she was a great person by not letting her poverty show and how she was smiling even though she got rejected by people driving BMW’s Mercedes. At that point the light turned green and my driver sped off. Looking at the rearview mirror, the old lady was still standing in the middle of the road, smiling and waving at me.

3 and half weeks. THREE AND A HALF WEEKS left till im there.