<TITLE>06. Par 20-22</TITLE>L-20 And it's a four hundred and seventy million people in India, but there's many many millions of them that are beggars. They lay on the street like cord wood, right in Bombay.
And I remember after the first night... And the people knowed where we were staying there, that Taj Mahal Hotel. The next morning...
I had some money that was American money. And I take up offerings for overseas, and put it in till we got enough to go over, then go preach the Gospel, and then come back and have some more American meetings, then get enough money and go over and go preach and then come back.
And so I had some money that people had give me to give to the people. And so I went out. I thought, "Well, I'll just get it changed into--into Indian rupees. And so I went out into the street. And I'll tell you, they almost had to have every... the army to get me out of the street. They tramp on you and everything, run over you, beggars, when they knew I was up there. It was such a pitiful thing.

L-21 The next morning when Mr. Baxter and them come to get me to go to breakfast, and I went down there... And I... After I'd been in there, I looked on the outside, and just lined with beggars everywhere.
And I got up there and had a bunch of this, these rupees. They about twenty-four cents apiece, which a fellow that'll go to work, a woman or a man, either one, will go to work at about four o'clock in the morning and work till ten at night with a basket on his head, packing concrete up big steps and dumping it in, concrete all over their body and everything, for a rupee a day; and happy to get it.
And they can buy some curry, and that's about it. People walking down the streets, little old starved monkeys following them, seining down to get a hold of anything they can to eat. They're really needy.
And so I got a bunch of these rupees, and I got up there to the window throwing them out like that. And I'm telling you, it's a wonder they didn't get killed, just them rupees. And people was screaming and falling over each other, for the American people had give it to me to give to them, be sure it never went into some society and, or somebody to spend and so forth. But it went right straight to the individual. That's the way I like to give it, right to the person I know it gets to.

L-22 Well, then when I went to eat breakfast... I'm telling you, it was just one cry all hours of the night. It would just break a heart. I'd go up to the window, and there mother's with their little babies and their little bitty tiny hands, and their little cheeks all sunk in, their little bellies swelled out from hunger, poor little mother could just barely stand up. She was begging for her baby. It didn't make any difference if she died just don't let the baby die from hunger.
Well, how you going to give it to the mother then, everybody standing around, and--and lepers and everything? So when I go in there and try to eat breakfast... I could hear them all day and night, out there hollering "Padre, Padre."
Padre is a... It's a... I think it's a Spanish word which means father or minister. And I... they just cry that day and night. I give them all the money I had, bless their little old hearts. I--I felt sorry for them.


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