Scariness.
Today my car broke down. Just died. In the middle of columbia. I was lost, scared, alone, and nobody I knew was available. Mama was out shopping, Dad wasn't answering the phone, and I was stranded. A man came over and noticed I was scared out of my wits. He asked if I needed help and I confessed that yes, I did, and stared helplessly at my overheated and broiling engine. He changed out the coolant for me and I thanked him profusely, offered to pay him, and he laughed. He said he had a daughter who had died last year, who I reminded him of, and he would have wanted someone to help her too. I was speechless, touched, and a little awestruck. These kind of things don't happen often. I thanked him again and he got on the bus to Columbia.
See, the thing is ordinarily I wouldn't have spared the guy a second glance. Wouldn't have thought a thing about ignoring him. He was homeless, a guy I would've brushed off as a bum under any other circumstances. And yet, he fixed my car and gave me directions, and wouldn't accept anything in return. People like him....occurences like this...change my perspectives on people. When he first approached, I remember thinking "Oh God he's going to kill/rape/rob me." But he proved me wrong and I felt horrible for judging him, still do.
My guardian angel is a homeless man somewhere in columbia.
See, the thing is ordinarily I wouldn't have spared the guy a second glance. Wouldn't have thought a thing about ignoring him. He was homeless, a guy I would've brushed off as a bum under any other circumstances. And yet, he fixed my car and gave me directions, and wouldn't accept anything in return. People like him....occurences like this...change my perspectives on people. When he first approached, I remember thinking "Oh God he's going to kill/rape/rob me." But he proved me wrong and I felt horrible for judging him, still do.
My guardian angel is a homeless man somewhere in columbia.