R.A. Dickey Tells Story of His Journey to Rescue India's Youth
I am walking down a street called Lane 14 in a city the world used to know as Bombay, and my senses are under assault. I sidestep human feces on my left, and a puddle of vomit on my right. Garbage is strewn everywhere, and so are people of all ages, many of them deformed, enough human beings to make Times Square look like Palookaville.
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