No bones about it, this is a pretty amazing story. Not only did a lost child get stuck more than halfway across a subcontinent from his home, but he survived living on the streets of Calcutta without severe harm, was adopted in pretty short order by a first world family, and THEN managed to find his village using Google Earth twenty-five years later. This is an excellent account of living on the Indian streets from the perspective of a poor child, and what it felt like coming to Tasmania.

The couple who adopted him had made a decision that they didn't want to make more children -- they wanted to make a difference for the children already suffering in the world. They didn't ask for a gender, age or condition-- they just asked India for a child to love. How wonderful is that?