Thursday 22 November 2007

Something that i just have to share with you..


So i was sitting in the bus just a couple of hours ago, going home from work, it has been a very stressful day, so looking forward to get home, eat something, be with my better half..so sitting in the bus minding my own business, in enters this old man, i know him from when i go to work, he is homeless, selling magazins to people on the stress..it looks like the weather already is getting the better of him, his cloth is torn, didnt have a shower or a shave for to long a time - i wonder when the last time was, when he had a full stomach, and a nice bed to sleep in.. so he enters the bus, and rigth away the busdriver comes - "get out of my bus, you are not allowed to sell magazins in my bus.." - i mean what is wrong with this person (if i can call him that - rather call him a primitive subject!), the old man is speechless, doesnt put up a figth, to many situations like this, to many people not wanting to know of him, to many times been told that he is not wanted, the man is helpless, and then it comes, the bus driver continues to shout at this old helpless man.. and the one young guy stands up for the old man - "who the hell do you think that you are", a older lady starts "he is really not doing anything wrong.." and after a bit of time the whole bus stands up for this old man, and the bus driver finally crawls back to his hole and drives on...

the face expression of this old man, if full of thankfullness, full of hope, full of humbleness, full of love, and at the same time grief, lost, lack of motivation, lack of life, lack of everything that is connected with hope.. but still he has the power to whisper a small "dakujem" (slovak for thank you..)..the old man is out on the street every morning from 6 in the morning - to 20 in the evening...regardless of the weather, he doesnt have anything, maybe he lost everything, maybe he gave up he previous life, but he is still figthing...every day figthing..he is figthing more than other people that i know of...he has nothing - they have everything..what is the world come to..

i will tell you what i felt, what i saw, i saw humanity, i saw love, tolenrance, acceptance, and respect..all of this for a person that couldnt defend himself..other people helping, people coming together... this gives me hope that there is something better in everybody - except people like this primitive subject...so when people that you cant make a difference - tell them to go to hell, one man, can make a difference..if only he believes that he can..

sometimes you have a choice to help people that cant help themselves, it is your choice, make sure you choose the right thing to do...wouldnt it be wonderful to change - help change the world..imagine that everybody would start to help and support each other like this young man..then the world would be a better place..is it all just a dream, today i saw something more than a dream, reality..so sometimes dreams do come true..

so till our next time, the rigth way is not always the easy way, buy for sure after all the best way..

2 comments:

Pam Hoffman said...

That was such a touching story!

I'm so glad you wrote about it on your blog. It's so easy to forget that others have it rough - maybe even rougher than we do sometimes.

I realized that I need a reminder.

Keep on posting your stories Martin!

I'll be back,

Pam Hoffman
http://seminarlist.blogspot.com

p.s. thanks for waiting on this. ;)

Anonymous said...

The more people that understand that a little bit of love goes a long way for these poor old men the better. They really appreciate it when a younger person stands up to defend them.

This story makes me recall Mr Wendell by Arrested Development. A song about wonders being found in unusual places, such as the "bums" of the world.

Reach out from time to time people and put a smile on some unfortunate individuals face.

 
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