Saying no to people, is something I still need to learn to do.
But I have done something that could well be considered as saying no to helping someone. Something that I’m not so proud of.
Few months ago, on the bus to work, I was lucky to find a vacant seat. The bus to my workplace is usually very very crowded and it takes about thirty minutes to reach my office. Few stops into the journey, an old lady entered the bus and couldn’t find a place to sit. I could have offered her my seat, but I didn’t. Two minutes later, the lady sitting next to me got up and offered the old lady her seat.
Not something I take pride in saying, but I’ll admit – I was lazy. I thought to myself, oh I still have another fifteen minutes to go and I don’t want to be standing in this crowded bus. And then, she’s faced the other way anyway.
That incident was enough to make me feel like nonsense the rest of the day.
In the evening, as I walked back home from the bus stop, I noticed an old man carrying two big bags, a little behind me. He was about to get into the same building as me. So, I patiently held the door open and waited till he got inside. He then smiled so widely and thanked me like I’d just given him a free house. But it made me feel so good and grateful for having learnt my lesson that morning. It was like God giving me a second chance to be the good person I should have been on that bus ride.
I realise, holding the door for him wasn’t that big a deal, but it brought a smile to both of our faces. That counts for something, doesn’t it?