She walked quite fast, rushing past the crowded bus-strop where
i stood, too fast to be followed; not that i ordinarily would want to.
She had an umbrella, i had mine too. only a hand full didn’t come out
with their umbrellas today; the weather so commanded it.
A sentence from her phone conversation grabbed my attention; “i don’t
even have transport, so i’m trekking down all the way.” I knew at once
why she didn’t join up the bus queue. I followed her right away, that
was my usual habit. I hated to see fellow citizens suffer. In fact, i
can’t stand it.
By the time i was able to catch up with her, she had ended the phone conversation. “are you going to Ikeja?” i asked. she shook her head to mean NO! “So where are you going to” i continued.
She captured me with a glance which she began right above my head, and refused to stop until she reached down and observed the tip of my dirty shoes.
I couldn’t look better. I had been walking in the rain all morning. She reduced the audience she had granted me earlier. I found that the cold reception was growing colder; that scared me. I would hate to end up the bad-guy in this case.
Do you know that feeling? when you try to do something good and then your intentions are mistaken or un-trusted? that sick growling that boils in your stomach? well, i should call it regret.
I should have remained at the bus stop. By now, i would have probably gotten a bus and would be half way towards work. I told her i over heard her telephone conversation.
She paused, now i have had her full attention. She was near tears on the phone asking for some money. she said to her caller that it was so bad that if He/She failed her she would trek from here all the way to wherever she was going.
I had no spare cash, all the money on me was budgeted and abstractly spent but physically present, so this wasn’t easy for me. I announced that i want to help and gave her #500 from the money i had and told her to take care.
I guess she would love to say thanks but i didn’t give her the chance, next thing she knew i was across the road smiling and waving to her. A long bus intercepted her wave-back and when the bus was gone, well, so was i.
I am not an angel, my name is Anupraise, and this is not a brag post to show off that i’m often generous. I just need every reader to know that it takes a lot of courage to be a giver, and i need the you to understand that stingy people are not bad guys either, it just takes some guts to give and not everybody has that courage.
Sometimes when you wanna give a shirt you’ve out grown, you may begin to consider the disposition of the receiver; how would the person feel, wont this person accuse me of under-rating him by giving him my used stuff, and in the end you just keep it to your self right?
Here in Our part of the world we have also heard of people who tried to be good samaritans and got seriously roped into bad scenarios. those stories could be true, but hey, they are too small to scare me away from doing what i was born to do.
I mean i also know that once some peopple know that you’re such a generous fella, they’d just keep coming back to ask for more. well, keep coming people, as long as God keeps providing you will get all that you need, all that you ask and even more.
So, if you are not a giver because of all these reasons sighted above you are a coward, and you’re probably too timid to prosper yet. Sometimes giving takes a lot of sacrifice, sometimes you have to put a lot more on the line than you are physically appearing to give. Sometimes our reputation is on the line when we give.. what if this person publishes my gift?
The truth is; ” always take a risk and ensure you give something out everyday”. If you only plan for yourself, you didn’t plan at all… Lets make the world a better place, swallow your pride, stand the insult and do what you know is right. God help you! give like crazy.
By the time i was able to catch up with her, she had ended the phone conversation. “are you going to Ikeja?” i asked. she shook her head to mean NO! “So where are you going to” i continued.
She captured me with a glance which she began right above my head, and refused to stop until she reached down and observed the tip of my dirty shoes.
I couldn’t look better. I had been walking in the rain all morning. She reduced the audience she had granted me earlier. I found that the cold reception was growing colder; that scared me. I would hate to end up the bad-guy in this case.
Do you know that feeling? when you try to do something good and then your intentions are mistaken or un-trusted? that sick growling that boils in your stomach? well, i should call it regret.
I should have remained at the bus stop. By now, i would have probably gotten a bus and would be half way towards work. I told her i over heard her telephone conversation.
She paused, now i have had her full attention. She was near tears on the phone asking for some money. she said to her caller that it was so bad that if He/She failed her she would trek from here all the way to wherever she was going.
I had no spare cash, all the money on me was budgeted and abstractly spent but physically present, so this wasn’t easy for me. I announced that i want to help and gave her #500 from the money i had and told her to take care.
I guess she would love to say thanks but i didn’t give her the chance, next thing she knew i was across the road smiling and waving to her. A long bus intercepted her wave-back and when the bus was gone, well, so was i.
I am not an angel, my name is Anupraise, and this is not a brag post to show off that i’m often generous. I just need every reader to know that it takes a lot of courage to be a giver, and i need the you to understand that stingy people are not bad guys either, it just takes some guts to give and not everybody has that courage.
Sometimes when you wanna give a shirt you’ve out grown, you may begin to consider the disposition of the receiver; how would the person feel, wont this person accuse me of under-rating him by giving him my used stuff, and in the end you just keep it to your self right?
Here in Our part of the world we have also heard of people who tried to be good samaritans and got seriously roped into bad scenarios. those stories could be true, but hey, they are too small to scare me away from doing what i was born to do.
I mean i also know that once some peopple know that you’re such a generous fella, they’d just keep coming back to ask for more. well, keep coming people, as long as God keeps providing you will get all that you need, all that you ask and even more.
So, if you are not a giver because of all these reasons sighted above you are a coward, and you’re probably too timid to prosper yet. Sometimes giving takes a lot of sacrifice, sometimes you have to put a lot more on the line than you are physically appearing to give. Sometimes our reputation is on the line when we give.. what if this person publishes my gift?
The truth is; ” always take a risk and ensure you give something out everyday”. If you only plan for yourself, you didn’t plan at all… Lets make the world a better place, swallow your pride, stand the insult and do what you know is right. God help you! give like crazy.
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