You know,any given opportunity to share love is actually an opportunity to be blessed.Think about the first time you ever put a smile on anyone's face.Can you remember the joy you felt and that sense of fulfilment that filled you momentarily?.
On her corridor,she always hung her clothes.It seemed like everyday to me,because whenever I was returning from school,I was sure to see her clothes on the line.I would always climb the bench on the corridor so my little fingers could at least touch the hem of the garments.
I always looked forward to her return,so I could tell her I helped her remove her clothes from the lines.She had a lovely smile that crowned my day.Once I got that smile from her I hurried off,because to me that was the only appreciation I needed-her happiness.I was about four and she was well over fifty, a childless widow.
Oh,and the Umbrella repairer who had his little shop just by the school gate.I could never forget him.The car would always stop me by his shop.Once I got off the car,my voice would always call out to him-'Goodmorning Sir'.For the first three weeks or more,he would just nod his head without even looking up,but one day he looked up,smiled and waved his hand.I noticed a beautiful set of white teeth against his wrinkled skin.Oh I remember telling my mother about him,how I looked forward to seeing his beautiful teeth.
When I got down from the car that monday morning,I had brought him a handkerchief beacuse I thought he could wipe his sweaty face with it.Alas,he was not sitted there,the shop was not even opened.I was very disappointed.I also remember complaning to my mother and she just calmly assured me that I will see him again,maybe he travelled,she had said.The next day,I saw a boy about my age rummaging through stuff in the man's shop and quickly I approached him to ask of the 'old man' .He looked up with eyes filled with tears and answered me,'my father is dead'.
I was shocked,I cried with him.I later learnt from Harry[not real name],his son who is now my good friend that his father was dumb.No wonder,he only smiled and waved all those times.He also told me the 'old man' was just forty four years old when he died.To me, he looked well over sixty.
I wish I had shared more love with him...Do you have such regrets?Now is the time to reach out and share just a little love.
Start with a smile today...
On her corridor,she always hung her clothes.It seemed like everyday to me,because whenever I was returning from school,I was sure to see her clothes on the line.I would always climb the bench on the corridor so my little fingers could at least touch the hem of the garments.
I always looked forward to her return,so I could tell her I helped her remove her clothes from the lines.She had a lovely smile that crowned my day.Once I got that smile from her I hurried off,because to me that was the only appreciation I needed-her happiness.I was about four and she was well over fifty, a childless widow.
Oh,and the Umbrella repairer who had his little shop just by the school gate.I could never forget him.The car would always stop me by his shop.Once I got off the car,my voice would always call out to him-'Goodmorning Sir'.For the first three weeks or more,he would just nod his head without even looking up,but one day he looked up,smiled and waved his hand.I noticed a beautiful set of white teeth against his wrinkled skin.Oh I remember telling my mother about him,how I looked forward to seeing his beautiful teeth.
When I got down from the car that monday morning,I had brought him a handkerchief beacuse I thought he could wipe his sweaty face with it.Alas,he was not sitted there,the shop was not even opened.I was very disappointed.I also remember complaning to my mother and she just calmly assured me that I will see him again,maybe he travelled,she had said.The next day,I saw a boy about my age rummaging through stuff in the man's shop and quickly I approached him to ask of the 'old man' .He looked up with eyes filled with tears and answered me,'my father is dead'.
I was shocked,I cried with him.I later learnt from Harry[not real name],his son who is now my good friend that his father was dumb.No wonder,he only smiled and waved all those times.He also told me the 'old man' was just forty four years old when he died.To me, he looked well over sixty.
I wish I had shared more love with him...Do you have such regrets?Now is the time to reach out and share just a little love.
Start with a smile today...
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