I hope that the writing of Bonnie Wellensiek will challenge and inspire you as much as it does me. She is currently serving in South Asia with International Justice Mission: http://www.ijm.org.
I was ticked. Flat-out mad. And just a little freaked-out.
It wasn’t the money – that was little enough. It was the…the injustice of it!
Finding an auto-rickshaw to take me home after work was a nightly challenge. The neighborhood where I was staying until recently was not far from the office, but just far enough that those auto drivers who would stop at all after dark sometimes flatly said “no” and drove off, and those who agreed to take me generally charged nearly double what they would during the day. Honestly, even the special “you’re-obviously-not-from-around-here” price (about 100 rupees) was still less than $2 and I was eager to get off the street and safely home, so I often agreed without argument.
That night I was relieved when an auto finally stopped. I explained, with my rudimentary language skills, where I was going, and he told me it would…
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