September 17

One night in London I went out visiting people with the Sisters. We saw a young boy with long hair, sitting in the street with others. I spoke to him and I said: "You shouldn't be here, you should be with your mother and father, this is not the place for you. The young boy said: "My mother does not want me. Each time I go home, she pushes me out, because she can't bear my long hair." We passed on. When I came back, he was lying flat on the ground. He had overdosed himself. We had to take him to hospital. I could not help but reflect: Here was a child hungry for home, and his mother had no time for him. This is great poverty. This is where you and I must make this world a better world.