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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!