I have just reached home after a long walk of 3 hours, it is 7.50 am now. I must have walk more than 16km. The people I met and saw on the way reflected on my nature and my character.
The experience shows that I am no saint, and definitely not perfect.
First person I met was a lady my age sitting by the roadside talking to herself, I thought she must be suffering from mental illness. I didn’t even try to talk to her and continue walking away.
I did not bother to ask her why and did not encourage her to return home, she should not be wondering the street in the dark. I did not even offer her any comfort. It shows that I can be prejudice with the seriously mentally ill. I feel that they do not know what they are doing and they cannot be blame for any wrong.
Second person was a man my age, he was heavily intoxicated, he was sitting dangerously by the roadside with his long legs stretch out on to the road, I thought he was an alcoholic.
I decided to do something. I was concern that a car may miss him and run over his legs. I ask him if he was ok, he told me he was waiting for a cab. He was too drunk to flag down a cab. I ask him where he drink, what he drank, how much he drink and where he stay – I care and help him flag down a cab making sure he is safe .
Guess I knew an addict better, they are like me and more predictable. We are sick in the mind sometime but not all the time like those selfish mentally ill.
Third person I met was a very strange experience. It was crazy. I saw an elderly person on a wheelchair speeding down the road, any driver who cannot see him can run him down. He saw me and actually stop. He asked me for money.
He told me he has not eaten for 3 days and he was homeless but I swear he look clean and well groom, he doesn’t look like someone who haven’t eaten for 3 days and homeless. He actually begged me for money and rush me to be quick. I gave him enough money to take a cab and feed him but he wanted more and ask me whether I have some more lose change.
I sympathize that he was wheelchair bound. I would have given him a little money, he does not have to lie to me.
I ask for his identity card, my intention was to help him if I knew where he stay, I will surely find help for him. He told me he was rob and lose his ID. I don’t believe that he has not eaten for 3 days, homeless and lose his ID.
He received my money and speed down the road, he wanted to go to a nearby crowded temple to beg for more money from the devotee there because today was a festive occasion here.
He is sick emotionally, mentally and physically. He only care about how he feel and what he need. He don’t care about me. He will make up story and lies to get what he want from me exactly like what I did to many people when my addiction was active. I was little of these 3 person I met. The truth about me is ugly.
Fourth person I met was a jogger, I greeted him good morning and he smile.
Fifth person I met was a person walking 2 dogs, I greeted the person. She ignored me.
I was like all the 5 person I met today and sick in the mind. I deliberately and intentionally or not intentionally do wrong. I need help.
