HI Sherman: you posted ---->
how evil is this world (in your opinion)."
Basically, not too evil, on the contrary.
I remember once when I had been in the bush for a few weeks, I saw a small shack down in a small valley. With night approaching, and rain positive, I decided to see if I could spend the night there. As I approached, I commenced whistling as is the custom to let anyone there know that you are not sneaking up with evil intentions. Promptly a very small, skinny Indian appeared at the Door and as I approached, he said "Bien venido a mi casa, mi amigo, mi casa es suyo". (Welcome to my home my friend, my house is yours).
As I dismounted, he took my mule to his small corral and gave her some feed. then turning to me, grasped my elbow and led me into his home. It was only one small room with some old worn out blankets in one corner on the floor, a hand made wooden table with three hand made chairs and a small cooking area in a corner. His family were all looking at me with huge eyes, two small children and an extremely skinny woman of indeterminate age.
He told me to sit at the table, which I did. We made small talk for a bit then his wife brought me two tortillas and a cup of hot sugar cane juice. He apologized, and in a matter of fact tone, said that this was all that he could offer me since his small crop had failed. Naturally I denied being hungry and said that this was excellent and only ate 1/2 of one tortilla.. Meanwhile I was looking out of the corner of my eye at the children and his wife who were sharing a single tortilla between them. He was obviously not going to eat.
I then went to my saddle bags and brough out my store of Coffee, flour, beans etc along with a bag of hard candy which I normally rationed after my evening meal on the trail as a sort of luxury. I gave the kiddies one each, then handed the bag to the woman along with the coffee. She was almost crying at this simple gesture and promptly made a cup of coffee which she shared with her husband. She told me that she hadn't tasted coffee in almost a year since they had no money. She made a sort of soup with the flour, then fed the kiddies.
We shortly went to sleep
The next morning as I left, I gave her most of my trail supplies and money, telling her that the money was useless to me where I was going, She then actually cried and kissed my hand which embarrassed me.
When I reached the turn off above their little valley I could still see them watching me, and then waving.
Later I heard that he had tried to go to the US illegally to look for work, but that he had disappeared. When I tried to contact his family to help them, I had no success, they had abandoned the little home and disappeared when he failed to return..
K, the question is is the world bad? no, it it isn't, while people can react violently, even evilly as a group, such as a mob, or unthinkingly, they are inherently good. Here this man had almost nothing, yet he was quite willing to unhesitatingly share what little he had with a complete stranger, a foreigner at that. To me this is represents basic humanity, good.
Don Jose de La Mancha
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