I was walking down a busy shopping intersection when a large family stopped me, asking if I knew how to speak Hindi (an Indian language). Most people in my city don't know how to speak Hindi and I cant speak it very well. However, I can understand it and spoke whatever broken Hindi I could with them.
The family consisted of a lady and her husband, their two children and two elder parents. The lady said that their luggage was stolen while they were on the train from their village to the city. She said it contained most of their money and they were all very hungry she asked me if I could spare some money.
In my city we need to be careful of impersonators asking for money but something in my heart told me this was genuine, especially since it was an entire family. I was moved by seeing the sweet, expectant faces of her children.
I gave her everything in my wallet except for the money I needed to get back home, giving her information about the railway police and places to eat.
The family walked away, and I went on my way feeling glad that I listened to my heart.
