I am poor. I am sick. I am hungry. I am not alive enough to live. Pale, dark and lean, I'm lifeless like a corpse. Sometimes, I want to die, and then, I shall no longer be poor, sick and hungry. But Oh! My dear God, I curse you not and accept my life as your gift. I keep my pains to myself and accept others pain as my own. Yes, I am fortunate to suffer. My suffering helps me to understand their sufferings better. My ears are closer to the mouth of the dumb and I hear what they are saying. I could hear the agony of their life. My eyes are closer to the eyes of the blind and I see what they are seeing. I could see the desolation of their life. Obstacles torment them but their hope contents them. They feed on each other. Oh! God, have mercy on them have mercy on them.
