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.