"I
didn’t take any chances. When my baby had a slight temperature, I rushed him here
right away. It is such a blessing to have a
neighbor with a car. Whenever a child is sick, we can ask him for help. He is so kind and
has brought us here so quickly and so
often!" said another with gratitude.
"...Who? Me? Oh, I’m
here to give blood to my nephew, but unfortunately we don’t have the same type, so I decided to donate mine to the child in the next
bed. Everyone needs blood. I wish I had plenty
of it to go around."
Then a woman’s voice spoke:
"Me, too, I have trouble with transportation. I can’t afford too many taxi rides, especially now with two children sick at the
same time. The other day, my eldest daughter was on her way here and
was waiting for a cab a long time. Then a motorcyclist stopped and offered her a ride so she could get here real fast. You know, it’s so
nice to know that kind people still exist.
It was hard to believe I was the
motorcyclist she was praising, because the incident had occurred many months ago. Maybe that woman simply needed to talk and kept
repeating the same story over and over again, making it sound as if
the event had just happened yesterday or the day before. I really didn’t want to think it was me she was talking about. In any case, there really might be
someone else who offered a ride to her daughter. And yet, I
couldn’t help feeling very happy hearing stories about people who were kind and generous.
So whenever I ride my bicycle,
even sometimes when a breeze isn’t blowing, I still feel very cool in my heart.
The End. |
