Mumbai, What a Time.
Hey! Caleb here. James and I had to deeply discuss who would write this post. So yeah, I’m doing it. The reason for that is basically because of how hard it was to start and in what an awesome way it ended. So lets get started.
We got off our train from Goa to Mumbai at around 12 at night. One thing we really try to avoid is taking a train that drops us off at night because entering a new city when it’s dark and confusing is a bad idea. Especially in Mumbai. There are three main stations in Mumbai, and we were told to get off at the first one. We got off the train immediately with one thing in mind, a room. Hugh Moore, James’s old roommate and friend from Athens was in town on business, and our plan was to spend time with him while we were in Mumbai. After we got off the train, it started to rain, so we took off for the street. We were actually dropped of in what could have been, for us at least, the worst part of the city. Most of the area was slums and closed down restaurants. As we walked farther, we followed a sign that read “Ac/Non Ac rooms,” which is usually what we look for. We walked into a dark alley to find a man, lying down, vomiting and foaming at the mouth. He had many packets of pills around him, and he could have been drinking as well. We immediately dropped down to him to see if he was okay, but he was totally unresponsive. People walked past and didn’t do anything, so that got us on our feet to find a hospital for the man. Walking aimlessly, we saw a big glowing red sign that said “hospital,” so we took off for it. We told the emergency room the whole story, and they said they would help. But their speed to help was lacking, so James decided to run back and carry the man back to the hospital. James started to leave, but then they came to me and asked if he was another white man or a local. I told them that he was a local, and they immediately said that they could not take him unless we took responsibility for him. We were fine with that, so we asked how much. The man walked into a room and never came back out. So we left and ran back to the man. We got him up and tried to offer him a room for the night or some food. He opened his eyes and shooed us away. We tried time and again, but eventually he just went back to sleep. So we prayed over him and asked God to lead him out of the life he was living. We put 30 rupees in his pocket and left. We kept walking, visiting lodging places and getting disappointed by many of the places’ integrity, and decided to sleep in the train station. We wanted to take one last leap of faith, and we ran right into a guy, about 22, who was speaking English on his phone. He got off his train, and we told him our predicament. He immediatly invited us to stay at his place. Filled with encouragement, we agreed and took off for his home. That man’s name was Joshua.
We entered his house and were immediately showered (literally) and provided with a bed, a TV, breakfast in the morning, and best of all, a great night’s sleep. While telling others this story, it seems impossible, but NOTHING is impossible with God. But wait, that’s not all Joshua did for us. He helped us find Hugh’s hotel address, which was two hours from his place, and he wanted to help us find it. Paying for every fare for taxis/trains, he would not even let us pay for food or drinks. He payed for it all. What a fantastic heart.
Joshua, if you are reading this, we thank you so much for what you did for us. We pray for you constantly and hope that the dreams and aspirations that you have can come true. You lead James and myself close to tears multiple times for what you did for us. May the Lord bless you always.
We found Hugh’s hotel and were given so much from him as well. Thank you guys so much. We praise God because of you, and we thank God for leading us to you.