To the small heros
Aiya. dunno why sometimes I want to trivialize everything, even though sometimes these things make me feel slightly depressed to be a being in society.(I will never complain about being alive, cos I'm love to be alive.) I just read a terrible entry about Singaporeans not doing anything when someone on the train had a fit. ( Oh my god! I feel so ashame sometimes. I hope I'm not one of those people too stupid and afraid to do something. Sometimes we are really like a herd of animals. Stupid sheeps. ) That day, my sis and I were watching Arts central they were talking about 911. Some people were heroically combing every floor to free trapped people. But these heros, disappeared and were last heard of on a certain floor before oh well.. we all know he story too well.
She said" these people very brave. I don't think I will be like them.I don't think I can be such a hero."
what she said made me quite pensive. I told her, "I don't think these people thought they were heros. Maybe they were just acting out of what they instincts told them to. Maybe their first thought was just that someone needed help." Perhaps it is the not thinking to much but responding to another human being's calls of distress that makes these people great.
This made me think of the heros I have met. People who have probably long forgotten their kind deeds. But the beneficiary never forgets. Just little acts of kindness that gives me faith in humanity. Makes me feel less ashamed of the world I'm in with all its ugliness.
Like that terrible rainy day when I was stranded with my sister waiting for our mum to come back with an umbrella at a children's art school. That cup of hot chocolate which warmed us from a stranger. A father who was buying drinks for his children. understanding that we were someone else's children, damn cold and huddled at a corner waiting for our mum.
Like that lady who freed my feet when I clumsily (as a kid barely able to walk) stumbled into the gap between the platform and the train. How I still remember her rushing over and with freeing my feet just before the train doors closed and the relief of my panic stricken mum.
Like so many incidents from a passing stranger who saved my day, saved my feet and saved my faith in people. Yes, we are all connected. What one person has done and forgotten may sometimes still live on in another. Sometimes this makes me feel less alone. In these rare moments when we realize how much we need other people, that we are vulnerable and that we all rely on one other.
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