Introducing the Village of Attapaka {the location of the orphanage}
I cried over an email last week. I cry easily. Nearly every emotion from delight to despair can induce dripping from my eyes. This can be a bit awkward at times, especially when my tears are unreasonable (like when I mist up over a country song). Were my tears from last week justifiable? I’ll let ...
Introducing GFT {the orphanage building organization}
Travel in India ruins those who don’t have hearts made of stone. Be forewarned. If you don’t die from a violent crash (or heart attack) in your first five minutes of navigating the unbelievably chaotic traffic you will, inevitably, collide with something (or someone) that will deconstruct your way of life. Meeting a father with ...
Introducing Brother Jacob {the orphanage builder}
Brother Jacob Marineni is a remarkable man. I wish you knew him. If you followed him around for several weeks, as I have, you would know he is a man who loves. You would see him wash feet, embrace lepers, and shed tears over the persecuted. You would see him give food (lots of food) ...
The Story Behind the Name
The responses to the name “No Stingy Act” are becoming predictable–a bemused expression followed by an inquiry as to how I came up with the name. I figure chances are you have the same screwed up look on your face and would ask the question if you could. To satisfy your curiosity, the story (or ...
