The other side of the world is not located across the ocean, not on another continent rampaged by violence or hunger… The other side of the world is hidden in the alleys you drove by everyday, in the crowd who rubs shoulders with you regularly, in another cubicle you never care to show some humanity to… on the other side of the world live people who may look normal (or not) from the outside, but struggling with the pain of chronic, incurable illness or deep mental trauma inside, constantly suffering but never get the attention of any NGO or anybody to talk to…
The other side of the world is not just in the news, but beside you and me. Question is, do we choose to continue averting our sights, or face it bravely?