On the streets of Hong Kong are old women called "lapsop" (trash) ladies. They go around and pick up discarded cardboard, cans, bottles and push them around the streets on old carts to collection points. They are old and bent with age. They shuffle along slowly but steadily... dodging pedestrians, cars, trucks, buses... and they do it day after day.
Crossing the street in my abundance, awestruck by the sheer force of life within these women, I look inward, onto the gentle hills of my own adversities.
Humbled and inspired by these giants who climb mountains.
On the streets of Hong Kong are old women called "lapsop" (trash) ladies. They go around and pick up discarded cardboard, cans, bottles and push them around the streets on old carts to collection points. They are old and bent with age. They shuffle along slowly but steadily... dodging pedestrians, cars, trucks, buses... and they do it day after day.
Crossing the street in my abundance, awestruck by the sheer force of life within these women, I look inward, onto the gentle hills of my own adversities.
Humbled and inspired by these giants who climb mountains.