He walked with the support of crutches, taking very little steps at a time. Without much heed, I rushed passed him by the revolving doors at the entrance of the Library, hurrying to get to my house in time to eat.
I have been walking for about five minutes when I bumped into an old friend, with whom I exchanged greetings and a few gossips. We had been talking for about 15 minutes when, just before departing, I realized that I had forgotten the book I borrowed from the library. So I returned, huffing and puffing, to get it back and came to the revolving doors when I saw him again, still walking with tiny baby steps, his bag on his shoulders, merely 10 steps away from where I last saw him 20 minutes ago.
There two diverse emotions I felt. One was the sudden wave of guilt that gripped me as I stopped in my tracks – guilt because of my lack of empathy at first sight for someone beset by misfortune and running past him without noticing. The second was gratitude to God for what He has bestowed upon me. There are times when we become too absorbed in our own little world and overwhelmed by other things in life, that we forget the great gifts we have and forget to be thankful for them. The gift of sight is one, the gift of hearing, the gift of speech, etc. It took that man to remind me to be grateful, and I am ever grateful for the gifts that I have.