M_also_lonely
Well-known member
What a big loser am I, I did the thing I will never forget. Probably this was a test, someone wanted to test me and I failed. And I will regret it forever.
His image doesn't leave my mind. I am frightened, worried, and so on. I can't explain. How simple was he, and look at his attitude, he didn't ask me for money, he simply asked me to polish my shoes, and said, he had no money so that h could get some food. He could've begged for money, but he didn't. He offered me service, even in such a poor situation.
His eyes were full of tears and so were mine. I was staring at him. His torn clothes, his poor face, a brush in one hand and a dirty cloth in the other. He requested me several times to get my shoes polished, I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to bow down to me like a slave, so I refused. I could have simply given him some money, but I didn't .Why???? I was lost in thoughts. Why didn't I think about money when I just had lunch in a fine restaurant? But I had double thoughts of giving him money when it was just a matter of 10 rupees, which is just 0.15 dollars? Someone please kill me for this.
On my was back home, I didn't realize that I was crying. I rushed to my home and locked the room and cried, for around 3-4 hours, just for that guy. What will happen to him? How many people will abuse him and insult him? Did he get something to eat today? Why did I not help him even if I wanted to? This has never happened to me. I just don't know why I didn't do it. I still cry for him, and don't know what can satisfy me, because now no matter how many poor people I help, I can't let go of this incident. Please help.
His image doesn't leave my mind. I am frightened, worried, and so on. I can't explain. How simple was he, and look at his attitude, he didn't ask me for money, he simply asked me to polish my shoes, and said, he had no money so that h could get some food. He could've begged for money, but he didn't. He offered me service, even in such a poor situation.
His eyes were full of tears and so were mine. I was staring at him. His torn clothes, his poor face, a brush in one hand and a dirty cloth in the other. He requested me several times to get my shoes polished, I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to bow down to me like a slave, so I refused. I could have simply given him some money, but I didn't .Why???? I was lost in thoughts. Why didn't I think about money when I just had lunch in a fine restaurant? But I had double thoughts of giving him money when it was just a matter of 10 rupees, which is just 0.15 dollars? Someone please kill me for this.
On my was back home, I didn't realize that I was crying. I rushed to my home and locked the room and cried, for around 3-4 hours, just for that guy. What will happen to him? How many people will abuse him and insult him? Did he get something to eat today? Why did I not help him even if I wanted to? This has never happened to me. I just don't know why I didn't do it. I still cry for him, and don't know what can satisfy me, because now no matter how many poor people I help, I can't let go of this incident. Please help.