The Watchdog was reclining in the barber’s chair as his beard was being trimmed (little remains for attention on top!) when he caught snatches of a conversation nearby.
A gentleman was talking about time spent in Port-de-Paix, Haiti helping to care for children. He spoke of alerting families to bring their children to make shift clinics; of children who spend their entire childhood in orphanages; of refugee camps that resemble concentration camps because once entered, no one is allowed to leave; and of funds provided to a prominent charity for relief of earthquake victims diverted to other use.
All of this was amidst other conversations. Furthermore, despite an attempt to look around to find out who was talking, the Watchdog was not able to see the speaker.
On the way out, he inquired of staff who was talking. They said “Steve.” The Watchdog asked “Is he a doctor, a social worker?” They answered that Steve was one of the barbers and he has spent his vacations over the past four years helping to meet the needs of homeless children.
When you are wealthy, it is not hard to write a check. It makes you feel good and you sacrifice nothing tangible.
It is the Steves of this world who are the true heroes.
Nice post about the barber. It is amazing to me how many local folks have traveled to Haiti to help.