It’s past 12 midnight, there I was again — tired of counting sheep just to fall asleep. My brain begun to buzz and overthink things as my thought or two kept on racing which made me gnaw.
I’m lying in a comfy bed inside my serene room. As I close my eyes, I think of happy thoughts and take a deep breath. I tried playing the sound of blowing ocean waves in my head like I always do but, I can no longer hear it. It’s the distinctive sounds of crickets chirping outside my window echoing in my intellect —uhmm quite relaxing too.
I started to feel the cold wind blow into my face and absorbed the warmth of my own breath as I fill it in my lungs.
Subsequently, it felt like I was transported to another dimension. The cold wind vanished as I felt the heat of the sun striking onto my skin, the echoing cricket sounds turned into a looping and knocking rage of the vehicles in the city rhyming with the blabbering sounds of the people who pass by. I found myself crossing the street near the school of De Lasalle in my corporate attire.
Abruptly, a barefooted and dirty kid (evident on his white shirt) approached me and held my hand. I’m in a rush but I can’t do anything aside from being frozen at the moment because he might spit on me if I urged to pull back. Painted on his filthy face were the bruises and on his legs were marks maybe from a hit or violence. And his feet covered with sludge dirt walking into the city barefooted.
He’s way too young to be a beggar, not too old to provide the needs of his family. He needs help from the older one, an urge plead from the authority. This kid knows nothing about education aside from reading vandalism across the walls of the city. He’s been exposed to shenanigans, rascality or hooliganism maybe, instead of dreaming, playing freely, climbing trees, and running around here and there. His innocence was already filled with the foolish things of the world. Oh, poor boy.
Those thoughts ran through my mind to that moment he held my hand to ask for some pennies. I felt awful about my ruminations about him. I needed to give him food for he has still a long day to overcome and some coins to spend. As I get my wallet inside my bag to search for some, unconsciously the young boy was gone. He ran through the street and jumped inside the Jeepney (public transportation) to ask for money. I missed the chance of giving him a small help, a favor that could at least fade a little of his worries in life. For him to believe about the goodness of people. To give him hope that there are still some who offers help to those who are in need. But I failed, if I only didn’t hesitate at the first place.
I started to walk inside the hall of De Lasalle with the boy running in mind. I felt the wind blew hard on me, it was cold. The boisterous sounds turned rhythmic, chirp of the crickets calmed my mind. I found myself back in my bed, I opened my orbiting eyes and I saw the reality. It was a dream which brought me to a realization — a realization that everyone has an impact to the lives of others. In any form, whether you can help them, guide them or inspire them. Because it can also pave the way on how we can help ourselves. As we are to do unto others, as we hope they would do unto us in proper time.
And I want to start it now. Will you?