Baby in the trash

A businessman was walking along the street one day and as he was walking he heard a sound. What was it that made him stop and listen carefully? It sounded just like a small cat of which there are thousands throughout the city. But this sound was familiar and it struck a chord deep within. Perhaps a sound he made when he was a baby which led his mother to reach for him. Now, he in turn reached down with his big, strong hands, pulling away pieces of garbage and uncovered a baby. In surprise and awe he scattered the insects from its tiny frame, quickly removed his expensive jacket and covered and sheltered the baby in his strong but gentle arms.

Unwanted and too often despised, such babies are taken to the local police station where they are sent on to government orphanages.

There are many such places scattered like stars through the crowded cities of this world. Each little chubby face that turns and looks with tenderness at his/her care-giver, sheds some light on a world that has forgotten its trust. We are the care-takers of the world, the guardians of truth and justice. The One to Whom these little ones belong, will ask us about this too-often neglected duty.