It's Nothing
Random happenings of life
get out of record just as quick.
They may sustain however, to boost
our own morals in some tranquil moment, especially
when such incidents have been generated by our own
learnt values and kindness; a helping
hand to a pregnant woman in the
store; accompanying a child
across the road
and like yesterday;
I was drawn with concern as an
old modest lady, preceding me out of bank, dropped her
fat purse. I rushed dropping my heavy office bag to secure
it and called to her, brandishing her valuable.
She looked back bewildered and exclaimed
“Oh!” as she recognized her belonging.
A disconcerted look painted
her face red and she grabbed
my hand with the wallet. Desperation
and relief was the new image on her panic stricken face.
She nearly hugged me mumbling incoherent words of
gratitude and relief. I smiled kindly,
assuring her it was nothing.
She explained she was
saved from a great loss.
I advised her to check the content
and made sure she placed it inside her bag.
I returned back her thankful smile and turned back to pick
my bag. I waved to her as I rushed. I look back, once at the
crossing; she was still standing dazed,
gazing at me, her handbag strongly
clutched beneath her arm.
I waved to her and smiled to
myself crossing. There were springs
in my paces; I felt so good. I glanced around at everyone,
feeling happy and proud. The sun looked brighter in the blue
sky as clouds move decisively. The world
seemed suddenly more beautiful.
My day was made!
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