Kindness To Strangers Part II

A fellow RAWKite posted about turning in a wallet belonging to a Polish man to the police yesterday and I took some interest in it for just the reason of finding out what the bunch of (good hearted) jokers on the forum's could comments be. Knowing them they won't wish anything will on another but would take the mickey on the situation by putting in hillarious answers.

Those that I do mind reading though are the ones who seriously believe in profiting from another's misfortune and believe me, there are. At times I do feel like giving these people a slap in the head and steal their wallet to see how they would feel, but sometimes you have to wonder if the reason for such a mentality would have anything to do with environmental influence.

It's a commonly agreed idea that poverty is the root of all crimes - games such as the famous Sim City series attribute crime waves in the city to poverty. When one is under financial pressure to survive, people resort to doing things that are illegal by law of the land but legal by the law of the jungle - what good is turning in a wallet if you're hungry?

True, in the extent that one's will to survive will override all when one has to choose.

Yet, pretty often it has rarely gone to that point (if ever). Most people who do commit these petty crimes are often those who are motivated by greed - the desire to have more than they have now without lifting an additional finger.

I have met many people who are less well to do than me - that speaks a lot seeing that I'm nowhere near rich - who are simply the kindest people I know. They range from farmers who toil their farms from 6am in the morning, who are more likely to give you things than to accept them from you.

To me, kindness is something I would like to get from others. Note that I said 'would like to' instead of 'expected to'. This signifies that I accept my fair shair of misfortune, sometimes due to my own carelessness or simply because it's out of my control.

In such a large and impersonal city like this, being kind would often be viewed by suspicion as everybody is expected to just go about their business and be very jealous with all that they have. In the process, nobody would remember you and even if they do, you won't get anything as they're just as selfish.

True, it is hard to disagree.

But then again, I try to be kind to others not to ask for favours or to expect anything in return. What I do hope is for that person to remember the next time somebody else was in his or her shoes, to lend a hand to the other guy who is in need. It's like the concept of 'pay it forward' from the eponymous movie starring Haley Joel Osment.

Even if one out of ten remembers and are moved to do the same, I would've been satisfied - eventhough the number should ideally be all ten. You can't repay kindness with kindness; it's not arithmetics as in 1 = 1. In a cynical world, sometimes one thing out of the ordinary that can even just stir a little part of the heart is sometimes all that differentiates whether the person chooses to tell the person waiting for the train that his car's headlight is left on or just walk by thinking that it's their own fault.

I'm a strong believer in action as the proof of faith - if I were to call myself a Christian, I must try my best to live like one. It's not about getting into God's good books by being good to others, it's about doing what you preach. Think about it in the analogy of a lightbulb - turn it on and not only does it glow with light; the entire room will be lit as well, regardless of how dim it is.

That's the key phrase - 'regardless of how dim it is'.

Am I stupid?

Maybe, but as long as it doesn't endanger my being and is absolutely free - why not. Give the seat to the elderly lady on the train - why not. Let a pregnant woman stand ahead in the queue at the post office - why not. Give the 20 cents in the pocket to a guy who is having problems getting small money out to pay for his stuff - why not.

Most importantly, if I know I can help and I am in the area to help - I will try to. If misfortune claims a life because I didn't lend my hand when I could have helped to prevent it, then I would just be as responsible for ignoring it.

I won't try to be Superman - no. My limits as a human are real. If I tried and it didn't help, then at least I tried. Sometimes failure is out of your hands.

But simple kindnes? Why not.

Kindess To Strangers

This morning I took the train like any other workday, pushed between people but it isn't as bad as the later train that I normally take as many people have probably just left their homes or woke up. There was space all the way until Pantai Dalam when it really becomes full but that is not what I am writing today about.

An unusual number of people embarked the train from the Petaling Station which would normally add less than three or so per coach. The shuffle in positions meant that I ended up two places deeper into the coach though for the better as I can now breath easier without the need to actively keep a space between me and the young lady in front of me who seem to have no problems falling into a guy, hence not holding to any of the bars.

Anyway, a middle-aged man came on and eventually stood behind me in which he tapped gently on the my shoulder. I turned to look at him and took off my right earphone which was nearest to him*. He spoke gently asking about where to take the train to Nilai. I answered him a short 'KL Sentral' of which he ahh-ed in understanding, saying that there is where he should take the next train. I nodded and he thanked me.

Now, perhaps that is nothing new to all of you but somehow I felt like I was being impolite to the man for just giving him a short 'KL Sentral' answer without telling him which way would the train be going.

Throughout the rest of the trip, I wrestled with the thought that perhaps I have been pretty aloof and decided to explain to him better once we get off the train. It eventually arrived at KL Sentral of which he asked where are we of which I answered him again, 'KL Sentral'. This time I pointed to him that he should take the train going towards Mid Valley and Seremban, whilst we waited for the stuck door to open (everybody ended up going out using the next door).

As I walked up the stairs, I couldn't but help to look back and search for him. The man stood at Platform 4, probably waiting for the train which would bring him to Rawang instead or for the mob to go up the escalator before taking it. Either way, I stopped at the stairs, beckoned to him to go to the other side of the platform where 5 and 6 were, of which the latter would go to Seremban, hence the direction he was heading to. He seemed to have nodded though the look on his face seems to be somewhat slow in registering.

As I queued to touch my TnG card to exit the platforms, I heard the announcement that of the arrival of the train to Seremban and I wondered if he managed to get on it.

To many of you, perhaps this story is nothing but a boast of my supposed 'kindness' but every time I think about it, perhaps it's the least that I could do to pay my 'debt' to people whom had been kind to me in the past.

Or perhaps the following verse in the New Testament was what that prompted me to care if he got on his way to Nilai or not:

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it (Hebrews 13:2).

No one knows for sure in this cynical and impersonal world of ours but personally, I would like others to show me the same kind of consideration should be in the same shoes.

It's not about trying to get Brownie points from the Big Man Upstairs, either.

Somehow I just felt like doing it.