It's Just so Unfair

I have made many trips in my life, but never before have I returned with a totally different view to my life and the world around me. But when I came home from India, I did. I saw things I did not know existed, I met people with a friendliness I never thought was possible, and I saw a contrast between poverty and wealth that I never could imagine be real.

When I stepped of the train in a town close to Agra, a child ran up to me and tried to take my box of food. I got so chocked that I hold on to it, and before I even realized what was going on my guide scared him away. The walk from the train to our bus was a dèja vu back to Slumdog billionaire. Children were running around begging for food, but as soon a rich person, such as my guide, yelled at the children they showed respect and ran away fast. The trains were crowded with people, and when you thought not even a mouse would fit suddenly three more people jumped in the train, how was it possible? I have no clue, but I'm glad I was not a part of it. The worst thing I know is to face hungry children. But with the kids at the station it was different. It was not a desperate ask for help, it was skilled sales people trying to convince the tourists to pay. A girl, probably not older than five, knew exactly what to say, had learned a few words in english and was able to communicate her message very well. I couldn't stop thinking

-how far would this girl go if she had the opportunity to a real education, a home, and the possibility to live in a safe area. 

Our own kids are getting lacy, are protected by a shelter and they never need to fight to survive. I'm thankful for that, but in the same time, I feel like our world is so unfair. The five year old girl has a sparkle, a talent, but the life she is facing is nothing more than a daily trip to the train station in a try to convince some "lucky" rich people giving her some of their earned money, earned by an effort not even comparable to the obstacles the kids were facing each day.