Blogging has been the furthest thing from my mind currently possibly because I have a million other things to worry about or is it possibly because I just dont have anything to say or to share? The latter is standing out currently as the former could merely be a poorly conceived excuse as it is very easy to say "I just dont have the time" when you really do have the time but not the inclination to make time. What was this blog post about ? or yes "Hope" (lets hope I get to the point)
I thought I would share with you something I witnessed during this past week where my belief in Hope was severely tested. The words of eomer from the Lord of the Rings ran through my head like a child who has just learnt to run zig zags from here to there constantly running just for the sake of it.
"Dont not Trust in a hope for it is forbidden in these land"
Now this may not be exactly what he said and Lord of the rings bofs are more than obliged to correct me and criticize my poor rendition of tolkiens masterpiece but this thought was a recurring thought for me. For numerous reasons things just seemed to be going wrong and my grasp on the concept of hope hung by a fine fibre. Oh yes the incident.
It was about 5pm on thurday afternoon I came home after campus and the only thing I wanted to do was space out and go to bed. This ofcourse didnt happen and I was flung against my will back into my car as my driver duties were reactivated. As some of you know Church street in mayfair can be an absolute nightmare at around 5 and this day was no different. I stopped at a robot and noticed a blind white women with a dog waiting to cross the road. The dog seemed agitated and scared (possibly due to the traffic and the noise) and it refused to budge. The women seemed reserve to wait and I felt sorry for her making shukr (thanks to GOD) that even though my eyesight is poor i can still see. A little time passed and this black man walked pass the blind women. He was dressed in blue paint smeared overalls and was clearly on his way to get a taxi to go home. Now He was walking the opposite direction to the blind women and gave her a quick stare and carried on (as most of us would do). I watched this scene and to my amazement the black man stopped dead in his tracks and walked up the the blind women. He said something to her and gently grabbed the leash of her dog and took her hand in his and he guided her across the road.
I couldnt help it and a tear dropped from my eye at this remarkable sight. Two individuals divided by oolour, creed, and even the ability to see managed to help each other. Somehow my despondent feelings vanished and I was filled with hope. This remarkable scene (well for me anyways) showed me that no matter how hopeless a situation can be there is always hope no matter how slim. What were the odds that a man out of nowhere would help this blind women who is basically defenseless.
If we just take the time to look closer at the events and happenings going on around us we will realize that there is hope all around us and that there is always help.
It's the small things that open your eyes
The Lone Writer