“Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed ………..”
I was at a shopping mall yesterday. Firstly, to help get a present for someone who is currently packing and about to leave for his homeland after his tour of duty here. Then, to get something for myself as well.
Having shopped for something suitable, it was time for lunch so I went to O’Briens for some Irish sandwiches. Then, continued with my shopping again. Along the way, I passed a restaurant and heard someone crying very loudly inside. Like the other passers-by who were distracted by the cry, I stopped to see what was happening inside.
I saw a Gurkha security guard going inside the restaurant and immediately led some people out. An old lady was carrying a young girl whom I guess is hardly two years young. The lady looked very sad and was holding back her tears as she walked out quickly.
Behind her was a young lady, I reckon she must be the mother of the child. She was in a state of shock and crying very painfully, desperately and quite loudly too. Then, a young man followed behind. He then took over the baby from the lady as he asked the security guard for a clinic.
Then, he headed towards the exit but stopped suddenly. By then, the other members of this family had already gathered around the young girl who was speechless and motionless. Their maid massaged the young girl’s feet. The young man, I guess he must be the father was patting the child’s back. Meanwhile, the young lady was still crying.
The crowd that had gathered watched quietly from a distance and after some time, the man managed to revive the girl. I immediately noticed some signs of hope from the family as they looked at each other. Then, the young man carried up the young girl. And both the ladies were clapping their hands.
Like everyone who happened to be present and witnessed this incident, I was touched, happy and pleased to watch such an unpleasant incident turned for the better, as we began to disperse immediately. Indeed, it was a miracle ………….
Reflect on your personal blessings –
of which every man has many –
not on your past misfortunes,
of which all men have some.
– Charles Dickens.