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Despite our challenging circumstances my parents insisted that we were lucky. Lucky to have a house, a family and food on our table. To be honest, I didn’t listen and I didn’t care. I didn’t feel lucky at all.I felt poor and surrounded by hardship.
Wherever I went homeless beggars would harass me for my change. Bothering me. They were a nuisance. They weren’t like me. They were dirty, smelly, scary even. Some were so thin that I could see their ribs. Some were wearing trash bags. I wished that I didn’t have to see them. That someone would “take them away”. I hated them.
My dream was to make money. To emigrate. Then I wouldn’t have to see them anymore... those wasted people. If I could just move far enough away I’d never have to face those sad eyes again.
20 years later...
I’m sitting outside my attorneys office in Beverly Hills. This morning I sold mycompany. I should be on top of the world... but I’m not. Believe it or not I’m devastated. I’m holding my head in my hands and crying. I can’t help thinking that I’ve failed. Not as a “businessman”, but as a human.
Ironically I was exactly where I thought I wanted to be. Rich, "successful" and far, far away from the poverty. But, despite everything, I wasn’t happy. Not even close. Out of sight, out of mind... right? Wrong!!!!
I couldn’t forget...
Couldn’t forget the old man with the holes in his pants. I saw him in my nightmares. Kneeling on the tar-road outside of my house. Waiting to die. I couldn’t forget the big-eyed girl who rummaged through our trash cans in desperate search of her next meal or the children at the traffic lights beggingfor my half eaten apple. They weren’t gone. In a strange way only I was ‘gone’. The person that had once lived inside me was gone. Depleted by materialism and diminished by indifference. Only the effigy remained.
When I looked in the mirror I couldn’t forget. I couldn’t ignore that while I waswarm, safe and well fed, there were people (people just like me) that were starving. I couldn’t outrun the truth anymore. I needed to admit it. To confront my demons. They were starving and I was doing nothing...What hadI become? Who had I become? The shame of indifference was suffocating mysoul.
The turning point ...
Like most people facing a crisis of conscience I started talking about my feelings. A lot! Reaching out to my friends and family. Trying to gain some insight. Some perspective. Did they agree? Was I going crazy? Was I missing something? Should I just be grateful and stop looking for problems?

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