A man in his birthday

My heart and I smile warmly with a fervent desire and a lovely after effect from that which kindness brings.

I read a billboard with flashing text below some ad. Gosh, I don’t recall exactly what was written, but it was something along the lines of:

“Plant the kindness, gather the love.”

Isn’t that lovely? And on a billboard. Thank heavens for it!

After that, I eventually found myself at a car repair shop where I took in my car. As I took out my things to put it into a temporary rented car, covered by insurance, a man entered quite upset.

“It wasn’t my fault,”
“Yes, sir. The other person hit you.”

The situation seemed pretty grave. He had awoken at around 4am for a five hour drive with his family. I suppose that, what I gathered from his frustrations, he had gotten into an accident. Thank God he and his family were alright, but he wasn’t happy.

“And on top of it all, it’s my birthday,” he added gloomily.
“It’s going to be okay, sir. Keep the faith.” I put my hand on his shoulder as I spoke those words and tapped it three times. “And Happy Birthday to you.” He turned around from my friendly touch and said, “thanks,” but he was distracted. He just seemed down and disheveled, I imagine from the early awakening, and displaced himself away from the service desk.

Many things were going through his mind, I’m sure. I don’t expect any one of them to consist of that which I did for him. We can only do as much as we can, neither expecting anything in return nor even a thread of remembrance from this moment.

So what is the point?

There were some people around me who surely witnessed what I’ve done so that they may learn. Because when we do things within the witness of others, then they may try it themselves. 🙂 And I know it’s not necessarily easy to do. I admit that I felt a pang of timidity as I reached out my hand to his shoulder, but my heart pressed on. Then there is God, for whom I and others do these things. I do these things to love humans as much as I can such that I may love God through them. In this way, we may be felt with a special touch, like rain on dry skin.

It is not my place to say anything, only that the sad man and we all should remember what we have. We have shelter to keep us warm and food to sustain us, while spiritual nourishment — from heavenly rain, gloomy evenings or sunny days — fulfills our inner need.

We mustn’t forget what we do have, even when life causes us to lose things we no longer do have.

Whether I hit my car against a wall from a narrow way in a garage or lose my job amid an otherwise nice day, both of which have occurred within the past month to me, I mustn’t lose myself and concern others in a negative way. No one should do this. I’m keeping the faith and I pray as I continue on my path. This job wasn’t my path. It is elsewhere.

It is the storm within that brings bitter rain to others without. Faith is not bitter. Faith is beautiful. It does not bring bitter rain, only that which we make of it from our own thoughts.

Keep the faith, fellow humans! =)


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