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A good person


What does it mean? I mean, to be a good person. The un-put-down-able kind of good person. The other  day, a stranger stopped me on Session Road and tied my shoelace for me. I was walking with the Baby in a sling, a bundle of papers in one hand, and an umbrella in the other. This woman looked to be in her twenties. She called me Ate, tapped me on my shoulder, and pointed out that the laces on my right shoe had come loose. I thanked her but it was impossible for me to bend down and tie them. I shrugged and walked on ahead of her. A few paces later, she tapped me on my shoulder again and said, "Ako na." I'll do it. Then she bent down and tied my shoelace for me. If she knew me to be the kind of person I am, my foibles, the sorts of trouble I've gotten myself into, the things I've said to and of people, would she still have given me this small act of kindness?  I thanked her again and again and she just shrugged and walked on ahead of me. 


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Kat said…
Thank you for writing this. <3
13 November 2012 at 23:15
Babeth Lolarga said…
i was about to write that angels are everywhere, they hover especially around mothers. no bible thumper me. just a believer in the fact that angels do random acts of kindness whether we feel undeserving of them or not. B-) i'm happy that you got your busy hands free to blog again
19 November 2012 at 17:01
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