The Human Experience Page #4

Just in February,

we were homeless

In the streets of new york city.

And it was, like, you know,

five degrees fahrenheit,

So it was, like, really cold.

And we slept

with the homeless people.

There was a community.

There was a...yes,

a community of homeless people.

So we slept with them.

We begged for food.

We begged for money.

We slept out in the streets,

you know, and...

Because we wanted to know

what it was like

To step in the shoe

of a homeless person,

To live their life

for a few days.

Through human beings in peru,

in new york city,

Wherever we go,

We try to find out

what life is

Through their experiences.

And you see her foot there.

When she came to us, it was

completely bent like that.

Couldn't have been

straightened up.

That's from

all the bad treatment

She got from her father.

I think she's been with us

about two years now, yeah,

About two year.

She's six,

six years old.

They come in. Sometimes they come in

with a diagnosis,

And sometimes they don't.

They're just ill and need a diagnosis.

So I sort of triage them here.

Very simple things

I can take care of here,

But if they need

subspecialty care,

I have to send them into lima.

Hurry up, because we're late.

We're late.

Do we have someone

in this car?

No, I'm going

in the front.

You got to go.

Everybody okay?

Isn't he supposed to stop,

that guy?

Yeah, he's supposed to stop.

You got the license plate?

Yo...

Everybody doing all right

in here?

All right, see this?

You were too close.

That's it.

So we're all in agreement

That it was the white nissan

that totally cut us off.

He wants us to pay him.

He's not gonna get a dime,

man, a dime.

Just getting the kids

to the hospital

Is the main thing right now,

you know.

When you have those questions

in your head,

Whether your own father

doesn't love you or not,

That takes a different

toll on you.

You know,

life is completely different.

You know, you don't look

at the world so nice, you know?

The way I looked at my own home,

Being violent, aggressive,

and, you know, very abusive

Is the way I perceived

the world.

That's the way I perceived it.

And that the world was violent,

That the world was someone

that will stab...

You know, watch out for the ones

closest to you,

Because they'll stab you

in the back.

That's the way I saw the world,

Because I had my father

that was not so kind to us.

So when you have your own father

in your own home

Not loving you

the way a father should

And he's the one hurting you

And that's the one

you're supposed to love the most

And the one that is supposed

to love you the most,

I mean, a complete stranger,

You have no consideration

for whatsoever.

You know, someone could die

Right on the street

in front of you,

And, you know, it's like,

"yeah, whatever."

# moon river

# wider than a mile

# I'll be crossing you

in style #

# one day

# oh, dream maker

# you heartbreaker

# wherever you're going

# I'm going your way

# two drifters

# off to see the world

# there's such a lot of world

# to see

# we're after

# the same

# rainbow's end

# it's just around the bend

# my huckleberry friend

# moon river

# and me

Oh, my god.

They're gonna do

my little angel like that.

They're gonna have to bring her in.

Have to go find her.

Yo, willy, you know where

they put angela,

The little girl in the pink?

There she is.

That's it.

Her exercises

were for her fingers.

I'd say she's done.

Yeah, thank god.

No tears in this one,

right?

It's tough to hear, you know,

with a girl...

With a little girl like that,

So innocent and so vulnerable,

And somebody

to take advantage of her

And abuse her

the way her father did.

I'm glad that

she's away from her father,

Somebody who was abusing

her like that,

And she was able

to find someplace

Where she's able to stay safe

And...you know,

and to move forward,

I mean, to get away

from that madness.

When she was born,

her father didn't want her,

Because he wanted to kill

the little one.

Many times, the mother find...

The mother,

when she comes home,

She found her nearly dead,

tied down.

We have volunteers here now,

This is their third time

with us.

They keep coming back.

It's a life-changing event.

They see children.

They come in quite ill.

They may even see

one of our children die.

And they contrast

what these children have

And what they've been through

with their own life experiences.

It's not what we gave them;

it's what they gave us,

Because they gave us

the reason to live.

Kind of felt with victor...

I don't know.

Just a little...just every day,

There's the same routine

that we do,

But that he...I don't know...

He's just like a little buddy.

Victor was abandoned

by his parents,

Because when he was born,

he didn't have any arms,

And he only had one good leg

and half a leg.

And it was the nuns

that brought him down here.

I think they found him.

You know,

he was really badly nourished

And just abandoned like that.

And the joy of living,

this is what the kids here have,

The joy of living,

Because they want to live,

So they don't mind

how painful it is,

As long as they get well

and be able to go home.

But then when she

came to us, well,

We did everything

we can for her.

And she's...she can have

a prosthesis afterwards,

And she'll be able to walk.

People need to learn

That people need to get

out of their...

Their little box,

kind of see the world

And realize what else

is out there,

How many other cultures

are out there,

And just...I don't know...

open their eyes a bit.

When you see children,

you know, I mean, it's great,

Because everything

that you know about life

And all the suffering,

all the pain

That you might be experiencing

even then,

It kind of reverts to how fresh,

you know,

And how precious innocence

can be.

The tears of one child,

of one innocent child,

The tears or a cry

That is bigger

than all universe together,

With its matter and antimatters

and multiverse stuff,

All multiverse...

Everything, to me,

is questioned

By the tear of suffering

in an innocent child.

So why that strong demand

for justice?

Where is it coming from?

I don't ask the question,

What is the meaning of life

or the purpose of anything?

I ask the question,

who are you?

In the west today,

Many young people do not have

a meaning

And purpose to their life.

Their looking to say,

does my life matter?

Do I have a unique contribution

to make?

Every human being

thinks about it,

Is looking for meaning.

They're looking for answers

To the most

elementary questions.

Who am I?

How did I get here?

What am I supposed to do?

Does it finally

make any difference?

In developing nations,

this is much more clear

For these young people.

While they may be in a direct

situation of conflict

Or insecurity,

for them, it's clear.

I need to survive.

I need to get an education.

I need to get a job,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes