“Bombay Smiles”… Should I smile with it or not?

Last evening an interaction aroused a familiar discomfort within me. Three words – White saviour complex.An older woman who I am close to was telling me about this book she was reading, about this Spanish man who goes to India. Sees poverty, sadness, orphans, prostitutes ( basically the reality of life outside a bubble of privelege) and gets super fucking sad. His heart is broken but he is determined to ‘do something’ so he goes back to his country, sells all his earthly possessions, comes back to India and buys an orphanage now called Bombay Smiles.