Kindness of a Stranger

Everyone says Monday blues and how they hate it . Perhaps so , I was pretty frustrated at the weather . A moment it was sunny and then it started to rain . What brilliant weather we have indeed -.- And I needed to take photos for my Journalism feature writing and then it started to rain ? Oh fuck this shit .

The assignment is due Thursdayyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!

So I thought to myself , ah shit I can't take any pictures , I'll have to wait another time . I was losing hope and thought of plagiarizing someone else's picture. (Copy pastaaaaaaaaaaa) And then , among the crowd and people , I saw something . It was an old man with a luggage bag filled with buns . And he was distributing those buns to the disabled peeps who were mostly blind and the crippled who had to beg for money. The disabled peeps had set up small "stalls" that sell miscellaneous daily item such as tissue packets to the public but as usual , they will be ignored . Poor thing . They sit there whole day and no one gives a damn about them . And as I observed as the less fortunate received their bun , they kept nodding their head to the old man as a gesture of thank you and then proceeds to keep the bun like a treasure , stowed away in that old , worn-out plastic bag they carry their items with . My heart stopped for a moment . That indescribable feeling that surged through you when something so strong in emotion happens in front of you . 

 
 What caught my attention was that the unknown old man was distributing the buns . This act alone impressed me and I stood there watching the entire thing . The old man was going back and forth , looking at who he left out . The person who didn't receive a bun was given one , no matter whether he was a crippled , or a blind or a disabled person . Such profound act of kindness . I immediately questioned myself , would I do the same ? Perhaps not i assume , as we tend to be oblivious and live through out daily life without the care of others . Such individualistic traits .

Give those motherfuckers a penny you stingy bastard .

Even though the old man didn't knew who the people were , he was still willing to be kind to others . For a moment , I felt that I myself all along wasn't thankful and appreciative of the stuffs around me . Taking things for granted and all . But perhaps , after witnessing this , my faith in humanity has been restored . Thank you old man , for being the light of those who are trapped in darkness and showing me what kindness is all about . On second note , I nearly cried . I shall return there one day and see if the old man is still around giving a hand . I'd like to shake his hand . That was all that happened , and I was damn glad about it . Until next time , perhaps some life-changing experience shall be shared in this journal . Ciao !

Unknown old man , God Bless You.