It all started ages ago when I came face to face with a toddler weeping her heart out. It was pathetic seeing her crying out for her mommy who wasn’t anywhere to be found. Instead of helping her however, everyone was looking at her wonderingly but not moving an inch towards the poor child. Me too! However, a poor man, bless his heart, came forward and asked her what was wrong. She couldn’t understand a word the gentleman spoke but her sobs subsided. After a while however, she yelped again crying out for her mother. The man bought her something with his limited earnings and meandered his way towards a policeman standing nearby. On seeing the man in uniform, she started crying profusely.
I’m not sure what happened to the little girl. No clue if she was reunited with her mother or not. What was really sad was our lackadaisical attitude. I chide myself all the time because I never got involved. Basically none of us wanted to go the mile. Perhaps if she was well dressed and looked affluent we may have reached out. How pathetic is this, huh? Guess we have one rule for the haves and another for the have-nots.
To set myself straight I ventured across to the station but couldn’t bring myself to go inside. As did my friends who accompanied me! Forget it they advised me, and I did try to, but her sad face was etched in my mind and nothing could make me forget her. What can I say, but callousness had taken root and I needed to eradicate this menace.
With the idea of making restitution, I try to help people out of their sadness. Even when I’m down and out, I do my damndest to get them guffawing at my wisecracks. And giggle they do, mind you! To them I have donned the cape of a wannabe comedienne and tears disappear when I do the crazy. No doubt, there is nothing that I can do to erase the past but come what may, my prejudice isn’t going to get in my way of being human ever again.
How about you me lovelies?
XOXO
I’m not sure what happened to the little girl. No clue if she was reunited with her mother or not. What was really sad was our lackadaisical attitude. I chide myself all the time because I never got involved. Basically none of us wanted to go the mile. Perhaps if she was well dressed and looked affluent we may have reached out. How pathetic is this, huh? Guess we have one rule for the haves and another for the have-nots.
To set myself straight I ventured across to the station but couldn’t bring myself to go inside. As did my friends who accompanied me! Forget it they advised me, and I did try to, but her sad face was etched in my mind and nothing could make me forget her. What can I say, but callousness had taken root and I needed to eradicate this menace.
With the idea of making restitution, I try to help people out of their sadness. Even when I’m down and out, I do my damndest to get them guffawing at my wisecracks. And giggle they do, mind you! To them I have donned the cape of a wannabe comedienne and tears disappear when I do the crazy. No doubt, there is nothing that I can do to erase the past but come what may, my prejudice isn’t going to get in my way of being human ever again.
How about you me lovelies?
XOXO
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