the kindest thing
I was out 11.00 pm at a bus stop in hopes of catching one back. The nicest woman who was there waiting offered to send me and another girl back home after neither bus nor taxi showed up, by calling a friend of hers who lived nearby. This is pure-hearted kindness the sort we can only wish might be more prevalent, everywhere.
She's known her friend 30 years, since their schooldays, Mr. Chua. Their light-hearted banter was so reminiscent of people their age that I knew of i.e. parents sitting round tables, firmly meshed within that bracket of years where all speech is identifiable as originating from a single source. It made me wonder what sort of language those of my generation will end up crafting, and how we will sound to those who come after us. No doubt it will turn out to be either mind-numbing in its irrelevancy to their lives, or something entirely new of a make not so dissimilar.
I never caught her name, but then I told her I'd been hit by a motorcycle. Even enough our wordless trade, though I wish the weighing of it were not such a burden in retrospect. She was the sort of person you'd wish you could meet every Sunday at church if that were where you would go, the aunty with a ready smile who lives right round the corner.
I hope she and Mr Chua will be blessed the rest of their lives.
She's known her friend 30 years, since their schooldays, Mr. Chua. Their light-hearted banter was so reminiscent of people their age that I knew of i.e. parents sitting round tables, firmly meshed within that bracket of years where all speech is identifiable as originating from a single source. It made me wonder what sort of language those of my generation will end up crafting, and how we will sound to those who come after us. No doubt it will turn out to be either mind-numbing in its irrelevancy to their lives, or something entirely new of a make not so dissimilar.
I never caught her name, but then I told her I'd been hit by a motorcycle. Even enough our wordless trade, though I wish the weighing of it were not such a burden in retrospect. She was the sort of person you'd wish you could meet every Sunday at church if that were where you would go, the aunty with a ready smile who lives right round the corner.
I hope she and Mr Chua will be blessed the rest of their lives.