Throwback for Anitha

Aug/26/08: Watching her Cry, Written on train napkins.

Seeing Anitha cry today broke my heart. She trusted me when I said she could come with me back to America. I didn’t realize she was actually preparing and planning to go with me. Watching all the children laugh at her when she came out all ready to go made me feel sick. I realize now that all the gifts she was making for me were in hopes of standing out among the others. The words “this child thinks she is going home with you” haunts me as I write.  This little girl stood before me as a treasure that nobody wants and I can’t have. My tears are falling because she is forced to grow up without a family, how alone she must feel. I remember being a boy and dreaming and praying that I’d wake up with a different man than the father God gave me, but this is different I had become that dream to a little orphan girl with aids.

I have met few people with such a tender heart as you. Now you can fly.

South Indians are very hospitable but there is an enormous gap between that and showing a child the pure love. I remember months before I left for India I would pray almost daily for God to teach me to love people the way Jesus does. I see clearly now why love is the most important command. Indians are so afraid to touch anyone with Aids. There is a towering stigma of fear that surrounds them in regard to the lack of education about the virus. I saw so many instances were people would go out of their way to avoid touching the children. In my representation of Jesus I did my best to do what I thought he might do. I held the children, swung them around from my limbs, hugged them, kissed them, ate with them, prayed with them, tickled them, sang to them, cried with them and was quiet and listened to them. I’m amazed that God would pick such an unrighteous man to do such a beautiful task.

Oct/10/10: Update to close

Anitha lived and died outside of that family she dreamed of. Her desire to leave with me to America years ago shaped my heart to not only come back to India but create that family she dreamed of. A few years back we offered a space for Anitha to come join our family but for some reason or another it never happened on her end. I’m angry because those who cared for Anitha made sure that she lived the narrative that she was an orphan with HIV. Those that cared for her didn’t even have enough love in their hearts to go to her funeral. I’m torn between bitterness and uneasiness in my stomach.

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