Thoughtful Kids

The car park was already full when we reached the Cathedral for the Sunset Mass yesterday. Peter dropped me off at the exit and went looking for an empty spot by the road outside. Thinking that we were late, I started to wheel myself to the ramp leading into the Cathedral.

“Uncle, uncle,” I heard a voice calling from behind.

I stopped my wheelchair, turned around and saw three teenaged boys trailing from behind.

“Can I help you?” the chubby bespectacled Indian boy asked me. I looked at the other two boys, both also of Indian descent, and appeared very determined to lend a helping hand in pushing me.

“I can manage, thank you,” I smiled and waved to them, indicating that I did not need help.

They smiled back, and I went on my way.

When I reached the ramp, I realised that I needed help indeed. It was too steep. Looking around, I saw the traffic warden and asked if he could push me up the ramp into the Cathedral which he did without hesitation.

How wonderful it is that the young have been inculcated with such caring attitudes and adults who lead by example by helping willingly. There is hope yet for Malaysia.

Author: Peter Tan

Peter Gabriel Tan. Penangite residing in the Klang Valley. Blissfully married to Wuan. A LaSallian through and through. Slave to three cats. Wheelchair user since 1984. End-stage renal disease since 2017. Principal Facilitator at Peter Tan Training specialising in Disability Equality Training. Former columnist of Breaking Barriers with The Borneo Post. This blog chronicles my life, thoughts and opinions. Connect with me on Twitter and Facebook.

13 thoughts on “Thoughtful Kids”

  1. Thanks for this. and I think we post those nice entries way to little. Always complaining – at least I do cmplain too much. 🙂

  2. Andreas,
    When you complain, you want to see improvement. That is good too.

  3. Highlighting the human spirit to encourage and endear others is good =)

    But complaining and/or telling everyone how the human kindness touched you without taking action/changing yourself is a little pointless.

  4. Jinny,
    I do not quite understand your second paragraph. Can you elaborate on that?

  5. Yes, these encounters can be so gratifying.

    Several months ago, while jogging, I slipped and fell, skinning my right palm and elbow as well as scraping the left knee.

    2 young boys (aged 9-11 years thereabouts) very gallantly came to my ‘rescue’. Mind you, physically, I look far from fragile.

    On a unrelated note: shortly afterwards, I learnt that my dad passed away at exactly the same time, I fell into such an undignified heap.

    Looking at the now fading scars, I sometimes wonder if my dad tripped me in rebuke for not being there to say goodbye (I just returned home after being abroad for nearly 8 years).

    Or if he sent those two gallant young boys to my aid. 🙂

  6. Arusa,
    It would nice to think that he sent those samaritans to your aid. That would be a beautiful story to tell. May you dad rest in peace.

    Indeed. As I said before, in the condition that I am in, I tend to meet a lot of people who display courtesy and consideration. I am the opportunity for them to show their true selves. May God continue to bless these kind souls that I encounter so often.

    Given the opportunity, many will help you if you truly are in need.

  7. when I was preggers, I was queuing up at the mixed rice stall one lunch day. This Indian man in front of me, let me go first. It was so heartwarming, I kept smiling at him.

  8. Haha, that reminded me of the time when I saw some punk kids give up their seats on a bus for an old lady.

    Yeah, though some just are just plain annoying, there are still the gentle-hearted ones.

  9. JustMe,
    There are still a lot of considerate people out there. God bless these people.

    That is why they say: Never judge a book by its cover.

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