There are so many amazing people out there whose
compassionate actions are lost in the din of negativity encompassing most of
our society.
It was around 9am that I noticed an acquaintance, a vendor selling newspapers on the roadside. He had been on the job late after midnight and looked exhausted.
We started a conversation and he mentioned about how today’s youth are technology-driven, but quality newspapers are cherished by elderly Arabs.
He then stated that his sugar level had shot up to 400 and that he was on medication.
He had pain on one of his legs and could not stand for long hours.
Before I could reply, a taxi screeched to a halt nearby. The cabbie stretched out his hand and told the vendor: “I got a sandwich for you.”
When the latter hesitated, the driver insisted: “Take it. I am seeing you here daily. You are like my brother.”
“Do you know him?” I asked the vendor after he grabbed the grub.
“Not really, but this is common. I come across quite a few good people like him.”
I returned home contemplating about the caring taxi driver, when a friend called up and shared an incident.
He had found Dhs800 on a footpath. Unlike many who would have been thrilled, he felt distressed. He was worried some poor person in a hurry must have lost the money. He returned to the spot three to four times that day, but could not trace anyone he could trust as genuine.
He donated the entire amount to his watchman, who was earning a very meagre salary and had health issues.
I saluted him.
It was around 9am that I noticed an acquaintance, a vendor selling newspapers on the roadside. He had been on the job late after midnight and looked exhausted.
We started a conversation and he mentioned about how today’s youth are technology-driven, but quality newspapers are cherished by elderly Arabs.
He then stated that his sugar level had shot up to 400 and that he was on medication.
He had pain on one of his legs and could not stand for long hours.
Before I could reply, a taxi screeched to a halt nearby. The cabbie stretched out his hand and told the vendor: “I got a sandwich for you.”
When the latter hesitated, the driver insisted: “Take it. I am seeing you here daily. You are like my brother.”
“Do you know him?” I asked the vendor after he grabbed the grub.
“Not really, but this is common. I come across quite a few good people like him.”
I returned home contemplating about the caring taxi driver, when a friend called up and shared an incident.
He had found Dhs800 on a footpath. Unlike many who would have been thrilled, he felt distressed. He was worried some poor person in a hurry must have lost the money. He returned to the spot three to four times that day, but could not trace anyone he could trust as genuine.
He donated the entire amount to his watchman, who was earning a very meagre salary and had health issues.
I saluted him.
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