One of the days we were in Bombay with our team, we split into 2 groups of 4, and each group went to visit houses in the slum area we were visiting.
All the people that we visited this time, were not people that I had met or worked with before and this meant new relationships being built.
The first lady we met however really, really touched me. We went in with our translator to her tiny little shack, and that had 2 rooms, which she instead on showing us - it still wasn't very big by our western standards, but she was so pleased that she'd managed to earn enough money to build an extra room onto her existing room, and insisted on showing each of us what it looked like.
We sat down with her, and she sent her daughter out immediately to get us "cold drinks" - she obviously knew that "cold drinks" were better suited to sensitive western stomachs. Her daughter bought back 2 bottles of a drink called Maaza which is a mango drink - very delicious. The bottles were quite sizeable, and we tried to convince the lady, that we all just needed a small drink and she could save the second bottle for herself and her family, infact one of our team members tried to take one of her metal glasses while it was still only half full, and it was really amusing to see this indian lady almost wrestling it back from her because she believed that we should have a full glass of juice. Once we were settled in with our juice, she began to tell her story, she had been suffering with stomach pains for a while, and finally had got enough money to go to the doctors where they told her that she had a tumour in her stomach. She prayed to all her Hindu gods, but still she suffered with the pain - (she couldn't afford to pay for any treatment) - one day the team that works in this area came by and visited, and asked if they could pray for her, they did several times, and the pain has now gone - she even went back to the doctors who confirmed the tumour had gone. She was so thankfully to the team, and started to attend the church, and follow Jesus.
It was so exciting to hear her story, and we prayed for her and her family before moving on to the next house we were going to visit, but it was what she did next that blew me away. She asked our translator if we had had breakfast or lunch, and if she could cook us something, our translator explained that we had eaten already, and we needed to go onto the next house. Okay she says, and presses 50 rupees into my hand - this is for you to buy lunch - I tried to refuse and insist that she keep the money - which is equivalent to about a day or two's wages, but she insisted that we needed to eat, and if she couldn't make it for us, then she would pay for us to buy something.
To say I was moved was an understatement, I should be the one giving her money, I'm the "rich" girl from the West, but her heart was moved to give us the money (which we later gave to the church), and I couldn't refuse such a generous gift.
It has made me now, even more determined to raise money back here in the West, to send over to India to support women like her, working 12 hour days to make a living, and not knowing from one day to the next, if she will have a job or not.