The Yam Man: 3 Years Later
Xinzheng City, Henan
China
November 2015
When I was in China in 2012, I saw this man every day. He keeps his cart right outside the campus walls and he sells yams every day of the year, rain or shine. I interviewed him and this conversation has stayed with me as I plot through begrudging moments in my life. "At least I'm not the yam man," I tell myself during those moments when life can be a challenge.
I saw him, yesterday, in the rain, on Sunday, selling yams. As usual, he gave me a big smile and worked with out complaint. In three 1/2 years, he's worked 1277 days, making a pittance of a salary. Who am I ever to complain about my life.
Xinzheng City, Henan
China
November 2015
When I was in China in 2012, I saw this man every day. He keeps his cart right outside the campus walls and he sells yams every day of the year, rain or shine. I interviewed him and this conversation has stayed with me as I plot through begrudging moments in my life. "At least I'm not the yam man," I tell myself during those moments when life can be a challenge.
I saw him, yesterday, in the rain, on Sunday, selling yams. As usual, he gave me a big smile and worked with out complaint. In three 1/2 years, he's worked 1277 days, making a pittance of a salary. Who am I ever to complain about my life.
