[7/23/07 TANA, MADAGASCAR --- Dear Chad, I was a rich American looking out across Antananarivo, from atop a hill. She was a poor woman carrying her belongings on her head in a woven plastic sack, climbing up a steep hill to the wall where I stood. They were her children, climbing the dusty path with here. I was the arrogant Westerner who asked to take her family’s picture. She was the homeless woman who said yes, but only if you pay me. And, now, I am the insomniac who feels like he shouldn’t have turned her down. The poverty here is just so overwhelming. I don’t know what to make of it. Hope all is well in Oklahoma City. Take care of the golf clubs for me … --- SUTTER]
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