Other people.
Good morning, today I want to tell you a story, it this story you must imagine you are in India on Indian roads, surrounded by what some would call crack pots. They seem to have no idea of rules on the road like here in the uk. Everybody rushes to get to work, all seemingly late.
Now whilst the storey I will tell is set in the amazing country we call India. (I have never been personally) I know the people there are friendly, kind and lead simple lives in the main. Surrounded by family that wants to help. They do things very differently but are they happy people? I would say yes. But we are all human so let’s not judge till we have heard the story of the garbage truck.
Law of the Garbage Truck
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off…
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my heartstrings... fiddledeedee 