Let imagine you were walking on an endless road of sorrow and boredom. You thought your existence was ignored until you met a guy who changed your life, changed the way you had thought about yourself and surroundings. What kind of guy would you like to meet? Last year I was so blue that I didn’t have a nice pair of shoes to wear. It was until I met a guy sitting on the wheel chair about to buy a drink at the corner of the street. I remembered I bought a cola, and I saw he put a few coins in the vending machine but paused for a moment. He might be blurred about what to choose. After a few seconds, I decided to ask him what kind of drink he would like to buy, but he silently mouthed. He just pointed to a Georgia-branded coffee in the corner without even a single glance at me. I helped him, and without a word of gratitude exchanged. I knew it was uncomfortable, but I let myself free of thoughts. While I handed him a can of coffee, I asked him unconsciously if he was upset of sitting on the wheel chair every day. Suddenly, He looked at me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul. I thought I might have made him angry, and I realized it wasn’t an innocent but rude question. Fortunately, he smiled to me and told me that he used to get frustrated of being unable to control things but not anymore. Life should flow like a river, just swim along it(although I didn’t get his meaning, I still pretended!). He started asking me, “Do you think I can hear you?”. I paused for a while and said, “If you can’t hear me, how could you understand my question?” He made me totally confused of the situations. “Do you think I can see you?”, he continued. Everything became clear – this guy was playing with me. He made me wild with his doubtless nonsense question. I was about to shout at him to stop playing such a game, or I should ignore and walk away, but I didn’t. “I don’t think you are blind, aren’t you?”, I said to him loudly and impolitely. Instead, he suddenly gave me a smiley face and said. “You see, I can see a pretty guy like you. I can see the beautiful sunrise in the morning and listen to my favourite music. I can enjoy many things, so how lucky you think I am. ” I was stunned as if someone had just slapped me straight into my face as soon as I heard it. His words woke me up from an unstoppable grief embedded with greed. “Yes, you’re a lucky guy”, I repeated. What about me? Am I lucky?, I whispered inside my head. I even have my both legs walking on this good earth. And then what the hell Im worried about?.......Without nice shoes? I laughed at myself. He left me with a different person.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 13:27:50 +0000
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