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Upon going to work everyday, I would encounter a beggar sitting on his wheelchair at a very crowded corner just under the streetlight of my city, San Pedro Sula.
He would extend his hand to every stopped car at the red light, and when given something he would always say, God Bless You;? but when refused, he would simply smile and wave.
His smile and blessing would make my day brighter. There he was, in need but giving all he could: a bright smile and a blessing.
It always made me meditate and give thanks for how wealthy and fortunate I was. I had a family, a car, a job, a home; and yet, he would always make me feel that he was richer!
I got so used to his being there that I would take that street even though crowded just to receive his blessing and smile. It was nothing money could buy.
It was just an itty-bitty thing that transformed our daily rush hour. Undoubtedly, he must have passed away because he is no longer there; yet every time I pass that corner, his familiar figure is always expected, and I smile and give thanks for him in my life. He taught me a great lesson, and I shall always remember his smile!
~A MountainWings Original by Ana Flores-Rodas, Honduras~ |