When it is An Honor to Speak With a Rickshaw Puller - Page 2
I never understood why that "fire in the belly" comes to some people who undertake the cause of helping the hapless, in spite of their own distress? It is one thing to throw a few coins at a begging bowl, it is entirely a different proposition to share the last bread, and go hungry.
Joynal spoke of his hospital, his school, patients, teachers, the paramedic, and the doctor, but he did not speak about himself, or his family. When I pressed for personal information, at one point he mentioned his struggling son who had to drop out of school, since he was not able to fund his study. At present the son is out of work, and he had approached his father for some money so that he could open a small shop. Joynal had told his son, “My son, I am struggling to keep this hospital and the school running, how can I help you?”
So Joynal helps a hospital; Joynal helps a school, but there is no one to help Joynal’s son.
I was overwhelmed! I knew I was speaking with someone who is far greater than I am in human compassion, benevolence, and resolution of character. I wished him the very best and quietly took his leave.