My father was a great man.
A simple man who taught me the quiet voice, to have a smile ready for every situation, that while everything around you may seem so weary and hopeless, you could still stand up and take it in your own stride. Change the world by letting the world see its change in you. Simple, as always.
I sat waiting for her to come round the corner, just another day it would seem, but that's something everyone says to make themselves feel better. I didn't know much bout her, just her name, what she looked like, roughly, whether she'd be a burden or not. Before I could think of anything else, she appeared, her eyes darting round the lot looking. I raised my arm, waved, she saw it, and a ray of sunshine met my gaze. She smiled with all her youth and beauty, all that eagerness and pleasure. She ran over to formally introduce herself, shaking my hand firmly, still smiling. Asking what she would be doing today, I asked her to get in and we would see what the day had in store for us.
Driving round and round, answering various calls, she talked and talked. I would've said something to get her to stop, but abnormally, with her, I wanted to go on. What was a ray of sunshine doing in the car, with all that equipment weighing her down? What happened?
And I asked her. Asked in a way that she would have to blurt the truth out.
She did.
There are many of us around, some lie ignorant, blatantly setting aside so many individuals just because they don't understand what they do. They put you down, tell you you're worthless and that whatever you do, it never makes a difference. But to us, if we saved one today, tomorrow, and only just one, we would've said that our job was done and we'd be proud of it, deep down somewhere. Some were made for this, most are not.
Because there's some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.
No comments:
Post a Comment