A man for the job

Kolkata is fascinating. In its multitudes of faces, religions, and ways I am humbled each day. Whether it is my inability to properly make beds, teach simplified English, or spoon feed someone, there are always moments to remind me that I am just a silly little human. It is interesting when your heart becomes filled with the joy that comes from experiencing love. The first couple of children at Daya Dan have actually asked me my name, rather than the usual "uncle" title that I've had so far. Eli and I have also had a few moments of playing guitars for the children there, many of whom can only shake their arms as a form of dancing, or just hold a peaceful smile. Raju is a particularly frustrated boy at times, who has an obvious love for music. Seeing him try to literally stick his face into a guitar, or just hold a prolonged look of happiness is a beautiful thing. But it comes down to moments like my class at the Gandhi School today, when I totally failed at my lesson with the kids. It wasn't interesting, they weren't listening, and no one really seemed to benefit. Another reminder that I am not necessarily THE man for the job. But I'm gonna keep going for these next two weeks because this is where I've found myself. Not the perfect teacher, definitely not the most patient, but a man for the job. I happen to be here, and these kids happen to be without opportunities for education. But in reality, I think my job is the employment of loving kids that need to be loved. Hopefully I get better at my job. Eli is leaving in a couple of days, and without his constant support and our uplifting mini-community, I will try to connect with the multitudes of other great volunteers who are around. We got a new shipment of volunteers in this week. Should be fun. I'm gonna miss Eli, he's just a plain old good guy.
I'm out of time on this internet session. Gotta roll out.