Author: Daniel nzenwata
Source: articleage.com
One evening I was leaning on the bonnet, garages, of a BMW car parked in
front of a fast, garages, food joint. I had just come out of this
particular one, my friends and I had gone to eat inside.I had
come out first and was waiting for them to join me so that we
could go back to home.It had been a very tiring day for me ,all
I wanted was to go, garages, home, take a shower and rest my back on the
softness, garages, of my bed. On impulse I turned to look over my
shoulder, coming my way from across the parking lot was what
society and I would consider a bum. From the looks of him, the
obvious was stated; he had no car, no home, no clean clothes,
and no money. There are times in a day when you feel generous
but, garages, there are other times when you just don't want, garages, to be
bothered. This was one of the "Don't want to be bothered" time
for me. "I hope he doesn't ask me for money," I whispered half
aloud to myself. And He didn't.Maybe he had heard, garages, me and maybe
not. He came and sat on the curb in front of the parking garage,
I looked at him closely, and from his appearance he didn't look
like someone who had money to even afford a bus ride to God
knows where he had come from. He kept starring at the car, his
eyes moving to and fro,, garages, like he was relishing the thought of
owning one. After a few minutes he finally spoke, garages, . "That's a very
nice car," he said. Although he was ragged, he had an air of
dignity woven around him. And this revelation startled me.
I said, "Thanks," and continued looking towards the door,
anxiously waiting for my friends to come out so that I could be
rid of him. He sat there quietly as if reading, garages, my thoughts and
waiting,, garages, garages, for me to ask him to go away, yet I, garages, remained silent,
waiting, garages, for the usually plea for money to come. The expected
plea never came.
As the silence between us widened something inside said, 'ask
him if he needs any help.' I was sure that he would say yes, but
I, garages,, garages, held true to the inner voice.
"Do you need any help?" I eventually, garages, asked him. He answered me
in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.
Most times, we often look for wisdom in great men and women. We
expect it often from those of higher learning and
accomplishments. Today I was thought a lesson. A lesson I am
hoping someone, garages, else would learn too. I expected nothing but an
outstretched grimy hand, but it never came. Rather he spoke
three words that shook my body from my head to my toes.
"Don't we all?" he said. He inhaled deeply and continued. "I
need help. Maybe not for a bus fare or a place to sleep, but I
need help".Guilt slashed at my heart. I reached into my wallet
and gave him money not only enough for a bus fare but enough to
get a warm meal and, garages, shelter for the day. Those three little
words I stored somewhere deep inside my memory and today those
words still ring true. Living a fulfilled is not all about how
much you have or how much you have accomplished. Because no
matter how much you have, no, garages, matter how, garages, much you have
accomplished, you need, garages,, garages, help too. And also no matter how little
you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even
without money or a place to sleep,, garages,, garages, you can give, garages, help. Even if
it's just a compliment,, garages, you can give that.
You never know when you may, garages, see someone that appears to have it
all. They may just be waiting on you to, garages, give them what they
don't have, garages, . A different perspective on life, a glimpse at
something beautiful, a revelation of something wonderful, a
respite from certain daily chaos, that only you through a torn
world can see. Maybe the man that stood beside me for that
moment was just a homeless stranger wandering down the streets.
Maybe he was more, garages, than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that
is greatest and wisest to minister to a soul that has been or is
too comfortable, garages, in itself to notice other, garages, souls. Maybe God
looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said,
"Go minister to that man leaning on that car, for that man needs
help."
"Don't We All?"
