theFig
12-13-2012, 05:47 PM
Often in life we find moments that allow us to
discover who we really are, and such a
moment crept up to me unexpectedly.
After a hard night's work and earning some
valuable income I found myself walking into a
shop for some routine bread and coke for the
house when, at the entrance, a ragged man
tried to catch my attention. Almost instinctively
I shook my head without any eye contact and walked straigt past him.
Without any sense of dignity or respect I
walked past him, reducing him to somethng
less than human.
Sure my head had been filled with the conflicts
of adolescent life as well as the vast decisions
I had to make involving my future, yet I forgot
to be that which makes us human. Being kind.
The shop immediately evolved before my eyes
as I saw the abundance of food before me, yet
a man (whom I had previously downtrodden)
sat at the door contemplating where his next
meal may come from.
A thought occurred to me that evening. "Have I
become so blinded by my own desires that I've
forgotten to look out for my fellow man?"
A sobering thought it turned out to be as the
aisles seemed a living metaphor of the one-way life we seem to be living.
One looks from side to side, only to see what
benefits oneself.
In my basket I included a third item, not for
myself, but for the human being outside. A man
with a story, a story which had now crossed with mine.
discover who we really are, and such a
moment crept up to me unexpectedly.
After a hard night's work and earning some
valuable income I found myself walking into a
shop for some routine bread and coke for the
house when, at the entrance, a ragged man
tried to catch my attention. Almost instinctively
I shook my head without any eye contact and walked straigt past him.
Without any sense of dignity or respect I
walked past him, reducing him to somethng
less than human.
Sure my head had been filled with the conflicts
of adolescent life as well as the vast decisions
I had to make involving my future, yet I forgot
to be that which makes us human. Being kind.
The shop immediately evolved before my eyes
as I saw the abundance of food before me, yet
a man (whom I had previously downtrodden)
sat at the door contemplating where his next
meal may come from.
A thought occurred to me that evening. "Have I
become so blinded by my own desires that I've
forgotten to look out for my fellow man?"
A sobering thought it turned out to be as the
aisles seemed a living metaphor of the one-way life we seem to be living.
One looks from side to side, only to see what
benefits oneself.
In my basket I included a third item, not for
myself, but for the human being outside. A man
with a story, a story which had now crossed with mine.