Its the Little Things

Casey Mancuso

As some of you know, last January I was able to journey across India for two weeks. In my previous blog, I wrote about how we spent time at a number of children’s homes. Our last day in India was spent at a home in a more southern part of India, the Bhuvanagiri district, in a little town known as Bhongir. To paint a picture for you, Bhongir covers about 6 miles and is home to about 53,000 people. This one small home, led by a very brave and faithful man, was a boys and girls home up until about two weeks prior to our arrival. There are many changes taking place in northern and southern India due to new government regulations. One of these changes was that government officials came in and removed all the girls from this home and dispersed them elsewhere… meaning… they are probably back out on the streets. I even heard stories of the house leader being almost beat to death trying to protect these kids to keep them together.  I can’t even begin to imagine what took place there. As you travel from children’s home to children’s home you can’t help but notice and admire the inseparable bond that these kids have. They are family and for the majority of them, they only have each other. This home is now the home of 50 boys all under the age of 15. Even though the boys will pose for the camera with big smiles and be polite you can tell by their eyes that there is a huge hole there now.  These boys are now being educated, fed and raised to learn their trade. As I walked through the 2 story home with its cracked cement walls, cement floors, and rickety stairs my mind was blown that these kids and a few brave adults actually live here. However, what really caught my eye was when we were brought into the rooms where the boys currently sleep. My eyes immediately filled with tears as I looked upon metal bunk beds. That’s it. These children slept on slabs of metal. No sheets, no mattresses, no pillows, just metal. The boys were overjoyed to show us their rooms and their 1-2 belongings but my heart was left broken. As we left the home that day, with hugs that I will remember forever and tear-filled goodbyes to the boys I couldn’t help but think about their sleeping arrangements and how ungrateful of a human being I felt like for not liking my outdated queen sized pillow top mattress back home (with an additional featherbed, mind you).

When you experience a trip like this one, it’s very easy to quickly become overwhelmed with what you’ve experienced and had an adrenaline rush of wanting to change the world and cure world poverty. Then the feelings of depression and sadness quickly set in because you realize that as a single individual, that’s impossible, even as a large group it’s impossible. We can’t fix everything. But, we can make a difference one small thing at a time.

Upon returning back to the office here at Netria I couldn’t wait to tell my co-workers what I experienced and what I saw. Sitting at my desk with pictures of my trip everywhere, I couldn’t help but think about what Netria could do to make a small difference. After speaking with our company Chief Operating Officer, Ray Southworth, we decided it was time for Netria to make a difference. I’m pleased to announce, that as a company, we were able to purchase 50 beds for these boys. We provided them with mattresses, pillows, and blankets so that they no longer had to sleep on sheets of metal. How cool is that?!!? This came at a surprisingly low cost and took little effort on our end; however, it made a huge difference in the lives of these kids.

It feels pretty great to work for a company that would be willing to do something like that. I could go on and on about changing the world and how one small decision could make a huge impact on someone’s life, but I won’t. You already know. So it’s up to you now, what can you do to make a difference?

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Posted: June 5, 2017 In:

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