A shabby man approached me several days ago while I was eating rice soup at the university I am currently working for.
Looking pale and without hope, he reported to me several of his troubles regarding his life and family. I sat there, silent while my attention was all on him.
Telling story after story, the man admitted that he was rejected by many people just because he was old. He called himself, useless and stupid.
And continued calling himself with these adjectives throughout his talk. I sensed that this man just needed someone to listen to his stories.
Just before leaving the table, he looked at me and said, “Son, you are the first person to listen to my stories with kind attention.”
“Thank you for being kind hearted.”
Then, he walked away with a smile on his face.
If not today, when?
(Pang Amarnh) (lifeaward.blogspot.com)
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