an inkling...

Along shaw blvd, I just left our car with Toyota for a tune-up and I was looking for a taxi to go to the office. I saw this boy, around 7 or 8 years old sweeping. He had this big broom and big dust pan. I wondered what he was doing, why was he doing it, isn’t he supposed to be in school. My heart went out to him… I walked towards him but I was intent on getting to a taxi that stopped to drop off a passenger. While I was passing him, I asked him hurriedly why he’s sweeping. I don’t know why, but he just gave me this smile. It was like he was happy that I was asking him, but did he even hear my question. but when I saw that smile, I had to smile back. But I kept going, moving towards the taxi. Why didn’t I just stop and talk to him? I wanted to help him. I remember looking at his legs, covered with scars, at least he had slippers on. This is one of the moments where I regret not stopping, to take that one small detour in my very predictable life, and reach out to someone that I can help. It’s so hard for me to take the risk and just make a small wrinkle in my very smooth life. Thinking about it now, it breaks my heart that he smiled and I didn’t do anything but JUST smile back. I’ve been stewing over this thought in my head. I know my life’s purpose, I am here to help out people who deserve to be helped. I don’t know how to start, when to start and what to start with. But at least I know where I should be heading. I’m not, after all, purpose-less. Right now, I can start doing that, talk to people in the streets, people I know I can help a little.