Mother's Day

It came a little early for me this year.

I spent a lot of time with my friend Vikram on my last trip to Nepal.  He's one of those genuinely good guys. He used to get up at 4 every morning to milk the family cow and yak and take the milk to market to sell for the family to make a few dollars rupees to live on.

Then his mother got sick.  Really sick.  They had to sell the cow to treat her.  He came to the hotel to work with my friend Sanjaya to help support the family.  That's where I met him two years ago.

On my December 2012 trip Vikram and I bonded and a lot of it was on discussing our mothers.  Sadly, Vikram's mother had a heart attack last week.  She's still alive after the heart attack and (what had to be) a horribly uncomfortable 8 hour bus ride to Kathmandu, but the hospital bills mounted.

That's a bill my friend Vikram could not pay.  It was a bill I could pay and I knew if I didn't MY mother would come back to haunt me.