Beggars

I'm in Ankara today, a modern city with an engaging, colorful old world feel. But two things grabbed me.

A muslim lady sitting on the sidewalk begging, her pleas unpracticed and desperate. And the story of a man so moved by the plight of refugee children wounded by war that he started a wheelchair factory up the street from where I'm staying. He has persisted for 25 years despite beatings and other afflictions.

And I've only scratched the surface.