Hey, want to hear a story?
It’s a really good one. So, I’ll tell it anyway. Come along.
It was a dark and stormy night… nah – too cliché. Let me try again.
Phillip wasn’t always this way. If anyone had suggested that he’d ever find himself in such a compromising situation, he would have thought the person to be a bold-faced liar. And yet, here he was doing something he hadn’t done in a while.
His knees dug into the ground, and he laid his chest onto his previously well-made bed.
“Father, please. Talk to me. I’m so confused right now. I don’t know what to do next.”
Then, he began to listen intently – hoping to hear what his Dad had to say. When he was met with silence, Phil couldn’t help but burst into tears. It had been like this for almost three days now. And the pressure on him was becoming overwhelming.
Five Months Ago – The Onset of His Problems
It all started that day Phillip decided to take Rudric under his wing.
Rudric was a morning paper delivery boy he had grown very fond of. Every day, after making his rounds, the young boy always came by to have a chat with Phil. And although he looked rowdy and illiterate, the boy was actually quite sharp. It was a pity he couldn’t afford quality education.
Phil hated to see such talents go to waste. So, he offered to pay the youngster’s tuition. The overjoyed expression on Rudric’s face at his proposal and his impressive performance as the months passed was all the thanks he needed as appreciation. What a fine young chap!
Phillip’s mother, Josephine, was happy to see her son making a difference in someone else’s life. She always commended him for choosing to lend a helping hand when the need arose. It was because of this that he failed to understand how her demeanor towards him changed after three months.
Phillip could remember clearly when she phoned him, saying she had something important to discuss.
“Phil”, she began. “I am so disappointed in you. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Confused, he asked that she clarify her statement.
“Why didn’t you tell me that boy you helped was Nazi?”
Phil was stunned. For two reasons:
- She had never called Rudric anything else but his name.
- The boy was German. But he didn’t see any reason why that detail was important.
“I didn’t? All right, I’m sorry for not telling you, Mom. Rudric is actually German. I’m not sure about the Nazi bit though. I thought Nazism is already out of the system.”
“Potato, Potahto. Doesn’t matter – it’s the same! How could you do such a thing?! Do you not know that you shouldn’t help ‘such people’?”
“What do you mean?”
“They are animals! Have you forgotten the heinous crimes they committed? Have you-”
“Mom, those things were in the past,” I cut in. “I assure you – things are much different these days.”
“Now you listen to me, young man. I want you to take your hands off anything to do with that boy. Have I made myself clear?”
She didn’t even let him finish his statement before she added, “Exactly. I am YOUR mother! And I demand that you do not continue to help such people! Or you can cease to refer to me as the one who labored and carried you for nine good months – the very same one who brought you into this world – in case you have forgotten.”
With that, the line went dead.
Kindness and Diversity
Phillip’s mother represents a category of people we have now in our world today. A group of people who invest a lot of valuable time into discriminating and fighting over differences.
Those are the kind of people who have a “criteria” for helping others… As if there ever needs to be a special reason why we should be kind to others. Whenever I meet such individuals, I often ask how they’d react/feel if someone refused to lend a helping hand – just because they are “different”.
Many of them couldn’t give me a definite answer other than – I’d feel terrible.
You see, a lot of people neglect the effect their actions have on others. They just act and do not think about it. You do not need a special reason to be kind to others. Whatever opportunity you get to be of help to your neighbor, grab it… even if all the help you can honestly give is a SMILE. That little guy does wonders.
And now, I would love to share a piece on kindness by one of my favorite poets.
Send a Drop of Kindness
By Julie Hebert
Send a drop of kindness,
And see a happy face.
A drop of kindness goes real far,
It may even reach outer space.
Send a drop of love,
And feel a loving embrace.
It feels so good to feel like,
You are in the right place.
Send a drop of hope,
But be that shining star.
Hope is wonderful to have,
But sometimes you can’t sit away so far.
Send a drop of faith,
With a single prayer.
And God will show the way,
As faith is always there.
That’s about all I have for now. Though I never really got to finish my story… maybe next time.
About the Blogger
Jane Love, is one of those rare people who you meet in life that is easy to connect with. She is kind, smart, and incredibly giving. Jane has a unique perspective of the world and it is definitely one worth delving into. According to a personality test, based on her favorite color, she is a great communicator and loves to talk. She often likes to think of herself as a scientist, constantly analyzing, looking at both sides before making a decision; methodical and decisive. Jane can also be an entertainer, comic or clown if it means bringing a smile to the faces of family and friends. Along with her siblings Kingsley and Soul Ja, Jane runs a blog that aims to inspire, pick up, and create a better world.
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