“Excuse me, child. May it bother you if I join you on this bench? A comfortable one, it has to be said.” I turned around, startled by the sudden disturbance of my thoughts. “Oh yeah, sure, po po.” It was an elderly woman, and she sat down on the bench she deemed comfortable. We endured a couple of minutes in silence, before she suddenly spoke up. “Something’s zapping through your mind now. It’s troubling you, isn’t it? Mind if you tell me?” The old woman smiled serenely at me. I stared at her. At first, I felt like I wanted to tell her it wasn’t her business. However, she resembled my late grandmother a lot, to whom, I had often confided. I told her my worries. “I feel that I am the worse guy on earth. I feel that I have no special abilities to make me special. I think…” She looked at me and seemed to be deep in thought. Then, she asked me to do something no one had ever asked me to do. “Look at your hand, boy.” I was confused, but still looked at my hand, not knowing what she wa...