WHY IS THE CHILD IN HANDS OF THE
BEGGARS ALWAYS SLEEPING??????????????
"Why is sleeping child in the hands of beggars?
Have you ever wondered ... "
This article I read a few months ago. Who is the
author of, I don't know.
Please read…..
""Near the metro station sits a woman of
uncertain age.
Women’s hair
is confused and dirty, her head bowed in grief.
The woman sits on the dirty floor and next to
her lies a bag. In that bag
people throw money. On the hands of a woman,
asleep, is a two year old baby. He's in a dirty
hat and dirty clothes.
“Madonna with baby” - numerous passers-by
will donate money. The people of our kind- we
always feel sorry for less fortunate. We are
ready to give unfortunate people the last shirt,
the last penny out of your pocket and never
think another issue.
Helping, seems like. “Good job done”...
I walked past a beggar for a month. Did not
give any money, as I knew that this is a gang
operated scam and money collected by the
beggar will be given to whoever controls
beggars in the area. Those people own
numerous luxury properties and cars.
Oh and beggar also gets something, of course “
A bottle of vodka in the evening and a döner
kebab”.
A month later, walking past the beggars, as
shock, it suddenly
hit me….
I'm staying at a busy crossing, stared at the
baby, dressed as always- dirty track suit. I
realized that it
seemed "wrong", finding a child in a dirty
underground station from morning to evening.
The baby slept. Never sobbed or screamed,
always asleep, burying his face in the knee of a
woman who was his MUM.
Do any of you, dear readers, have children?
Remember how often they
slept at the age of 1-2-3 years? Hour two,
maximum three (not consecutive)
afternoon nap, and again – movement. For the
whole month, every day of my
walking in the underground, I've never seen a
child awake! I looked
at the tiny little man, with his face buried in the
knee of his mother, then at the beggar, and my
suspicion was gradually formed.
– Why he sleeps all the time? I asked, staring at
the baby.
The beggar pretended not to hear me. She
lowered her eyes and
hid her face in the collar of her shabby jacket. I
repeated the question. The woman again
looked up. She looked somewhere behind my
back, tired with utter irritation. Her look was
similar to the creatures from a different planet.
-F **k off ... her lips murmured.
-Why is he asleep?! I almost cried ...
Behind me someone put his hand on my
shoulder. I looked back. A some old man was
looking at me disapprovingly:
– What do you want from her? Can’t you see
how hard she’s got it in her life… Eh …
He gets some coins from his pocket and throws
them in the beggar’s bag.
Beggar made a hand wave of a cross,
portraying the face of humility and universal
grief. The guy removed his hand from my
shoulder and strolled out of the underground
station.
I bet, at home, he will tell how he defended
poor, distraught woman from a soulless man in
a tube station.
Next day I called a friend. It was a funny man
with eyes like olives Romanian nationality. He
only managed to complete three and a half
years of education. The complete lack of
education does not prevent him from moving
around the
City streets on very expensive foreign cars and
live in a “small” house with countless number of
windows and balconies. From my friend I
managed to find out that this business, despite
the apparent
spontaneity, clearly organized. Its supervised by
begging organized crime rings. The children
used are in "rent"
from families of alcoholics, or simply stolen.
I needed to get the answer to the question –
why is the baby sleeping? And I received it. My
friend Gypsy said the phrase, completely
ordinary with calm voice that twisted me in
shock, just like he was talking about weather
report:
-They are on heroin, or vodka ...
I was dumbfounded. "Who is on heroin? Whom –
under vodka?! "
He answered
-The Child, so he doesn’t scream. The women
will be sitting whole day with him, imagine how
he might get bored?
In order to make the baby slept the whole day,
it pumped up with vodka or drugs. Of course,
children's bodies are not able to cope with such
a shock. And children often die. The most
terrible thing – sometimes children die
during the "working day". And imaginary
mother must hold another dead child on her
hands until the evening. These are the rules.
And the by passers-by will throw some money in
the bag, and believe that they are moral.
Helping
"mother alone" …
… The next day I was walking near the same
underground station. I stocked up journalistic
identity, and was ready for a serious
conversation. But the conversation didn't work
out. But turned out the following ...
A woman was sitting on the floor and in her
hands she was holding a child. I asked her a
question about the documents on the child,
and, most importantly, where was yesterday's
kid, which she simply ignored.
My questions were not ignored by passers-by. I
was told that I was out of my mind screaming
at poor beggar with a child. All in all, I was
escorted out of the tube station in disgrace.
One thing remained was to call the police.
When police arrived, beggar with the baby
disappeared. I stood with a full sense of - “I'm
trying to fight windmills”.
When you see in the subway, on the street
whether women with children,
begging, think before your hand climb for
money. Think about that, if it wasn't for your
hundreds of thousands of handouts, the
business like this would have died. The business
would die and not the children-inflated with
vodka or
drugs. Do not look at the sleeping child with
affection. See horror… Since you're reading this
article, you know now- why the child is sleeping
in beggars hands.
P.S.
If you copy this article on your wall or just click
"Share", your friends will read it too.
And when you decide again to open your wallet
to throw a coin to a beggar, remember that this
charity could cost another child's life.""
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Sunday, April 28
Why is the child in hand s of the beggers always sleeping, ???
Monday, April 1
Six lessons of life
Lesson 1: Naked Wife
A man is getting into the shower just as his
wife is finishing up her shower when the
doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in
a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens
the door, there stands Bob, the next door
neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll
give you $800 to drop that towel.” After
thinking for a moment, the woman drops her
towel and stands naked in front of Bob.
After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800
dollars and leaves. The woman wraps back up in
the towel and goes back upstairs. When she
gets to the bathroom, her husband asks,…
“Who was that?” “It was Bob the next door
neighbor,” she replies. “Great!” the husband
says, “Did he say anything about the $800 he
owes me?”
Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to
credit and risk with your shareholders in time,
you may be in a position to prevent avoidable
exposure.
Lesson 2:
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the
manager are walking to lunch when they find an
antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes
out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just
one wish” “Me first! Me first!” says the
administration clerk. “I want to be in the
Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care
in the world.” Poof! She’s gone. “Me next! Me
next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in
Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal
masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas
and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone. “OK,
you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The
manager says, “I want those two back in the
office after lunch.”
Moral of the story: Always let your boss have
the first say.
Lesson 3:
A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and
crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a
leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After
controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up
her leg. The nun said,”Father, remember Psalm
129?” The priest removed his hand.
But,changing gears, he let his hand slide up her
leg again. The nun once again said, “Father,
remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized
“Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at
the convent, the nun went on her way. On his
arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look
up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek,
further up, you will find glory.”
Moral of the story: If you are not well informed
in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
Lesson 4:
A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all
day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you
and do nothing all day long?” The crow
answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on
the ground below the crow, and rested.
...A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing
nothing, you must be sitting very high up.
Lesson 5: Power of Charisma
A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love
to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed
the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well,
why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied
the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The
turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that
it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest
branch of the tree. The next day, after eating
some more dung, he reached the second
branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he
was proudly perched at the top of the tree.
Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the
turkey out of the tree.
Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the
top, but it wont keep you there.
Lesson 6:
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It
was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground
into a large field. While he was lying there, a
cow came by and dropped some dung on him.
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow
dung, he began to realize how warm he was.
The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay
there all warm and happy, and soon began to
sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird
singing and came to investigate. Following the
sound, the cat discovered the bird under the
pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and
ate him.
Moral of the story:
1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy
2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your
friend
3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to
keep your mouth shut