RANDOM STORY #1
I feel bad for old and homeless people on the streets. My heart turns heavy like the clouds everytime I see these old people alone, sitting on the side of the road and eating leftovers they probably found from the garbage, while some are lying on the cold hard ground without any clothes to cover their backs. I have the softest heart for old people, but I can’t seem to help them enough.
This afternoon, I took my usual route to the train station. The heavy rain had just started to calm down, but the strong wind kept fighting on. I saw this old lady on the side of the street, sitting on her pile of cartons, staring into nothingness. I knew she would be there because I see her all the time on the same spot. But today was different. She was just sitting and looking from afar while the light rain pours down. I cannot and never want to imagine how cold she felt at that moment. I thought of giving her some coins or bills for her dinner, maybe, but I ended up giving her my crackers and a 1-liter bottled water. She took it like it was her first meal of the day, and my heart can’t get shatter more into pieces. When she took it gently from my hands, her face lit up and she smiled slowly until it reached her eyes. And god, that was the most beautiful and most pained face that I ever saw in my entire life. I literally wanted to start crying because as a student who doesn’t have her own salary, that’s the only help I can give her. I don’t have the ability to take her home with me or to give her the best roofs in the world. So why? Why do they have to experience this kind of cruelty– these people who could be someone’s mother, father, grandma or grandpa? These people who once cared for the safety of their children, these people who built shelters for their families. How did they end up alone in this scary world?