The sub-theme speaks of a future that is inextricably intertwined with the present and the past. It acknowledges that the future is breaking in on the present and calling us into a healthy conversation with and reflection on the past without allowing ourselves to be consumed by our mistakes or those of others. Healing is the gift of God to be received and embraced as we claim the past, however hostile and painful; live with conscience and a quest for communion with others in the present, and commit to the future, where hope for something new characterises our action.
Whatever the circumstances, our own or those of others, we will find that often the view of the future appears obscured by the struggles of the past or present. It is hard; but therein lies the future, therein lies our tomorrow.
In considering this subtheme for , we have decided that children and youth, human trafficking and inclusive communities will constitute the lenses through which we engage it. We contend that tomorrow will be a better day if:. One night, he left it parked there while he went to a party. When he went to get it, the children scolded him for leaving his car in the dark. They were worried that, if anything happened to it, the police would blame them.
Tim offered to let them sleep in, under and on top of his car as long as they protected it from thieves. One day one of the boys fell sick. Tim took him to see one of his clients, a doctor, who was relieved not to be talking about his overdraft. The doctor asked him to bring in more sick children.
Then Tim brought the boy back to his flat to recover. Gradually other children joined them. Soon, 30 street children were taking up every inch of his flat.
The bank, realising their manager was investing more time in street children than in money, recalled him to Hong Kong. But Tim flew back every weekend to help his former chief clerk look after them. The bank didn't agree: but they admired his dedication and helped him on his way. Realising that he could never leave these children, Tim set up a charity and called it Future Hope - because "children are the hope for India's future," he says.
Giving only food and shelter would just make them dependent and ruin their self-esteem, so I decided only to take as many children as I could provide a real home for. The railway stations were always where Tim found the worst cases. In winter they were freezing; in the monsoon, always sodden. But at first, wandering around in a tartan shirt and smartly pressed trousers, he sometimes found it hard to convince the boys to come to his flat. As one of the oldest explains: "I thought Uncle Tim was trying to lure me away to sell me.
'I founded Future Hope not out of pity for the street children, but admiration' - Telegraph
We'd all heard stories about men who took little boys, killed them, boiled their bodies in huge vats and sold their skeletons to the West for medical research. Gradually word of his kindness spread. Tim has never accepted any money; he lives off the rent from his house in London. His cook stayed to help out. Volunteers came from Calcutta and England.
The children all still slept on the floor, and they drove the neighbours to despair with their raucous games. Then Erica, a nurse, arrived from Holland. The boys adored her. So did Tim, although it took him years to pluck up the courage to propose. The children came to the wedding. Erica explains that many of the boys had lice, syphilis, ulcers, malaria and intestinal disorders when they arrived. Most had been sexually abused. Their medical and mental needs came first. Future Hope children tend to be smaller than average. A few have been so malnourished that their brains never properly develop.
But Tim soon realised that if the children were to have any chance of a better life, they needed an education. He set about trying to teach them English and maths, finding special needs teachers for those who were struggling. This is about giving them future hope, not false hope. For 10 years, until the charity could gather sufficient funds for a permanent home, the boys moved around the city, living on generously donated floor space.
They moved 12 times in two years. It helped to spread the word, however: old neighbours often became their greatest supporters. And now there are five homes for children of different ages, and a Future Hope school. His other flash of inspiration was to teach them to play rugby. Tim was educated at Rugby school and still played the game, and he knew that this highly physical sport would be perfect for them. Not only would it release aggression, it would offer them the chance to compete against other schools in Calcutta.
When Tim and Erica married, they already had children. Now they have three of their own - Sophie, Christopher and five-week-old baby Lucy - who play happily with their siblings.
- Future of Hope () - IMDb.
- The Element Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Hauntings: The Ultimate A–Z of Spirits, Mysteries and the Paranormal: The Ultimate A-Z of Spirits, Mysteries and the Paranormal.
- Galanteries de Thérèse (French Edition)?
- 'I founded Future Hope not out of pity for the street children, but admiration'!
- Elizabeth, Larry and Ed;
- In A Minds Eye.
The family tries to visit one of the homes for a meal of rice, chicken and dhal several times a week. The day after our late-night joyride we go to Rowland Road, the home for the youngest children. The building is painted white, with blue shutters. The children are sitting in their school uniforms red-and-white checked shirts, donated by Pembridge Hall School in London eating bread, eggs and bananas.
They joke and jostle on the benches before going upstairs to class, clutching pencil cases and satchels. Tim doesn't just know them all by name - he knows their nightmares and their dreams. A family atmosphere, good food, safe places to play, education, sport and a future is what they need to help them to heal. Like any pushy London parent he spends hours trying to place them in the right schools - paying for extra tuition, cajoling friends to give them work experience - and thinking up treats for the holidays. The boys have been on boat-trips down the Hooghly river, picnics by the lakes, treks in the Himalayas and on evening outings to the cinema action films and fellow orphan Harry Potter are their favourites.
Their greatest treat is to hire a railway carriage to go to the seaside - the longer the journey, the better. The oldest boys he teaches to drive.
'I founded Future Hope not out of pity for the street children, but admiration'
Today, Tim's first two hours at work are spent tending to a boy with malaria, trying to get him the correct pills. He'd be terrified all alone. They're not frightened of death - just illness, ghosts and the dark. Another boy has broken a front tooth playing a rowdy game of indoor rugby and is sent straight to the dentist for a crown. In their break, the boys play cricket on the roof, while the girls there are only 10 enjoy a very competitive game of ludo.
At first, the children only want to show me their exercise books; but soon they start to chat. One little boy holds a log to his eye like a camera. He wants to be a film producer. Tim took him in after he saw his mother being stabbed to death by his alcoholic father. Now he is one of the brightest children in the school.
Ranu, who runs Future Hope's newspaper, left home at four.
Help The Hurting
I slept by the taxi stands and then I found a job in a teashop for my food. But my life really started here. Many of the children are musical. Paratosh gathers a group of boys to sing round his harmonica. He lost one hand and part of his foot when he fell under a train, and when Tim found him, his ear was badly torn. In his first few weeks at Future Hope, he ripped his ear another four times in fights. We watch the boys practising rugby at St Lawrence High School, where some of them have won places.
Future Hope boys now make up 17 of the All-India junior rugby squad. They've even been sponsored to play in England. Their cups are displayed in a glass cabinet. The police who once chased them with sticks now love to play against them. Many of the new arrivals fight and steal, but the other boys keep them calm and teach them to respect each other's space and few possessions. No account is taken of religion, caste or background: Hindus play with Muslims and Christians, and each mark the others' festivals.
At another house, Saladeen is celebrating his birthday. He has saved up his pocket money 25p a month to buy everyone sweets. Some of the boys here don't know their surnames, many don't know their real age and scarcely any know their birthdays, so each boy picks a date when he arrives. Saladeen has the same birthday as Tim's old nanny, so they exchange postcards. In the oldest children's house, they are getting ready for a party organised by the private schools in Calcutta - putting gel in their hair, ironing their shirts, teasing each other about girls.
Bombass House, where the to year-olds live, is painted pink, with green shutters. There are piles of trainers and sandals at the front door. There is no television in any of the homes, but in other ways they are like a British boarding school: there are posters of sporting heroes and film stars in the dormitories and they are saving up for computers for a cyber cafe.
Each home has dedicated house parents as well as house tutors to help the children around the clock. In return, the children do much of the cleaning and cooking, and wash and mend their own clothes.
These are the ways you can help us …
Even when living on the stations, they all try to wash in the puddles once a week. The youngest children like to bake cakes; the older boys make curries on Sundays. They all love the storeroom of clothes where they can rummage around for donated outfits to alter. These children aren't normal. For a start, they are extraordinarily polite, and they speak beautiful English.