an act of kindness

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I was at that park of mine the other day, again pouring my heart out to God through a piece of paper, that’s what poetry is to me. I was seated comfortably in Bruno when a man, younger than my father, but old, came around. Observing his car, I realized he was the guy who worked here monitoring the place. He was with his son so I didn’t assume any funny business. After greeting me in a respectable manner, he inquired if I was studying, seeing that I was writing. When I negated, a worried look masked his face. He then asked what it was that I was writing, going on to say he didn’t mean to intrude but was just wondering. I explained myself. He did too, saying he was worried I was writing a suicide note. I laughed. It had never crossed my mind, mingled as my emotions were. He gave me all his reasons to say so, and I understood. Here’s a young (beautiful, hehe) lady sitting alone at a park near a nearly overflowing dam writing on an exam pad. I would have worried too, but I don’t think I would have done anything about it, maybe just watched her until she left, and if really worried, followed her home. But not this guy.

Watching him drive off made me think of his act of kindness, and I realized that the world isn’t all bad after all. There are still good people out there. There are still strangers who care to ask other strangers if they are still okay with living. That alone made me cheer up. It also challenged me, to once in a while stop being occupied with my troubles and look out for someone else.

“He answered: ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind, and love your neighbour as yourself.” Luke 10:27

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