While I was walking through the slum I came upon a older lady who was decorating her bottle/junk cart. She had this metal cart she used to cart bottles and other recyclables. The cart was an ugly metal thing but as I walked by her I saw the women was tying small flowers to the cart handle, it was one of those completely unnecessary things to do (from a functioning cart point of view) but somehow it struck me as very personal and beautiful. Here was this old women, working an exhausting job hauling bottles and cardboard around in the 33C hot sun, but yet she took the time to make her cart just a little beautiful. It spoke to me of the goodness and beauty inside all of us trying to get out.