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We have often
been asked, over the past few years, as to why
do we do all this? There are thousands of
destitutes out there on the streets, wandering
insane, and will treating a few make any
difference? How long can we cope with the
requirements of food, clothing, medicines,
shelter, and the difficulties involved in
reaching the patient to his native place?
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Would our work &
our efforts really matter & create that much
needed change in the attitude of society
towards mental illness?
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These are soul
searching questions to which we do not have
sure answers. Being human, we are incomplete,
imperfect and fallible.
But we believed when we started all this, and
we believe even today, that if there exists
one category of road-side destitute which
needs help, it is the mentally insane; their
agony is wrought on their mud-caked faces,
their story written on their tangled hair,
their plea reflected from the fear in their
eyes, their misery in the nakedness of their
being. Blazing heat, torrential rains and
chilly winters see them through, year in &
year out,
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And the searing
starkness of their existence pounded on us
to reach out for them, which we did, which
we have & which we will.
How significant are the numbers we have
reached out & helped, we know not but our
work & our efforts will continue
irrespective of the odds.
To us it matters not whether the mark that
we leave behind is delible or indelible,
or whether we leave behind a mark at all; what matters is our
commitment to the
plight and the cause of the mentally ill
destitute, which our work embodies;
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A commitment
which will remain, infinitely, eternally
and unto the end,
until death or our destinies do us and
the mentally insane man on the street
apart.
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Trustees
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