(This was written a week before we left India...)
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I stretched my hand out the window to wave at the kids, wondering if I'd ever see them again.
We'd just visited one of the evening schools and were leaving…
The evening schools are for children who often have to work all day to help support the family and have no way of being educated. But they come to the evening school for a few hours every night and then get a meal after.
My mind goes back to that little boy… I was leaving and as I walked down the line of boys who were sitting against the wall eating, I would shake hands with the boys.
But this little guy wanted a fist bump. I could see the eagerness in his little eyes…
And as I bent down and bumped his fist… His whole face just lighted up like I'd given him a million dollars…
Such a simple little gesture to me… but to him it meant the world!
It makes me think about the thousands of children in India just like him who may not get the opportunity to go to school and learn about Jesus.
We only have a week left in India…
Will all these people be forgotten when we leave?
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