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Sunday, October 09, 2005
Of pure love
Bus 105 is pretty crowded most of the times. Morning, lunch, evening, weekdays, weekends, it really doesn’t matter. There are lots of buses on this line yet people always tend to feel like sardines inside.
I was experiencing this very same feeling while taking the bus to the North Station with my friend Oana. I suddenly got distracted by two people standing a meter away from me. An old little lady whose glasses were almost as big as her face, with poor and a bit dusty looking clothes and her face resembling an orange because of old age. She was hardly the type that would by lift face cream…The other person was her disabled grandson. Same dusty clothes, not that much hair and a really lost look in his eyes.
What was so amazing about them was the love and care the old lady was holding her grandson, always protecting him from the crowd, kissing his forehead, laughing with him and answering his questions. She had so much warmth in her eyes, her voice and her laughter seemed to come straight out of her soul. The boy was also so cheerful, the way you rarely see disabled children and young men. He seemed unaware and untouched by people’s occasional evilness and saddening remarks. And I can bet the love and care of his granny had something to do with it.
“We must get down now! (laughter) Come on, give me your little had! Take care with the stairs! That’s right! Let’s hurry, other people want to step outsinde…” The boy was smiling all the time.
I was touched by your story very much. Sometimes when I see a disabled kid or a sick old man, I thank God for the bless he gave us. God gave us health, money, good looks, decent family ... but still we are nagging and complaining about life!!! Your story should teach us how to appreciate life as it is and to thank God for what we have.
these are the people i'd call "the silent saints" because they are just there, doing their own special thing in such an intense way to make the world a nicer place for just a few people around them... always unobtrusive, almost invisible but for those who are willing to look and take notice, such radiant personalities that they leave an important message behind in our minds and our memories...
thanks for the illuminating story, i appreciated this one ;-)
Wonderer, luckily for me, lately I have seen pretty touching things that reminded me how blessed I really am. And to be honest, these days I really find it hard to complain.
Bart, "silent saints" is the best description of these persons I have ever heard. If I ever use it, I'll make sure to quote you.
True, Avik, quite rare! Most of the grannies protect and love their healthy granchildren. But only a few manage to treat disabled ones as if they were normal, to make them forget how others see and label them.
Daydreamer, it seems a lot of good things and feelings are becoming more and more rare coins. Si we should really treasure them.
I always wonder why people consider handicaped people as "different" or they say about them that it's "such a pitty" or that we are "privileged" because we are "normal".
I have a mentally handicaped aunt and she is always funny, sometimes grumpy, but she cannot do anything (I mean work). When I was a little boy, I considered her as my sister, but, as a grown-up, I started seeing her "differently".
George, I don't think we simply see them as different. We see them as different in an abnormal way, somewhat less than a human being. That is why we use words like "such a pitty". When you were a little boy you considered her as a sister partly because she was family in a way and partly because maybe you had the same way of thinking. When we grow up, our own feelings and perceptions aren't that important anymore, we alow our selves to be influenced by others'.
We all have flaws, with some of us it is more obvious, they are not hidden. That is why I admire so much those who see hadicaped or "disabled" people as people with a health problem, not like abnormal, incomplete people.
(We all have flaws, with some of us it is more obvious, they are not hidden)
I admire the past sentence ,you know in our daily life you learn gradually how to add layers and layers of covers to hide our flaws ,we don't even get to know people around us more closely to try to find out their true nature ,your story is a proof of being able to be a humanbeing! ,cause that what human beings should be able to do ,get to know each other deeply without hiding anything.
Nightlegend, we've become experts at hiding, using masks and other tricks, but somehow along the way we've also forgotten how to read behind them. Most of us see each other as almost perfect and react with pitty or maliciously to others less fortunate, who cannot hide and promote a fake image of themselves. This is another way they are different from us: they no longer bother to hide what is impossible to he hidden.
i agree with you,kayla. what you've witnessed was indeed a pure love.
though sometimes poverty push people to have indifferent attitudes towards others, la grand-mère et son petit-fils only proved that it is not a hindrance and that money can't buy everything.
True, Boks! Right then I was mesmerised by the feeling around them. But now I wonder how difficult it is for them to go by every single day. I can bet they need money for medicine as she is old and he is sick, that they need new clothes and better food...And yet that didn't make them bitter! They probably had a strong faith, stronger that most of us!
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I was touched by your story very much. Sometimes when I see a disabled kid or a sick old man, I thank God for the bless he gave us. God gave us health, money, good looks, decent family ... but still we are nagging and complaining about life!!! Your story should teach us how to appreciate life as it is and to thank God for what we have.