Those words...
“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 was talking about.
“Boy, observe all your fingers. All of them are of different length. Why is this so, you say?”
I was stuck at this sudden question. My brains couldn’t think of a sensible answer.
The old woman said, “You see, child. Different fingers have different abilities. You point your index finger to signal ‘one’, you point your thumb to tell others ‘good job’, you use your little finger to make promises with others… Don’t you find this all so interesting? It’s exactly the same in this wide world. Each and every person has his or her individual unique quality. And it takes time to find out what this quality is too. You just need to find out what this quality is.”
Those words have been etched in my mind since that moment. And it seems, until now, what the woman said has really come true.
Now when I look at my fingers, I’ll always think of those words she said. If we look hard enough, we’ll find something we’re really good at in the end.
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 was talking about.
“Boy, observe all your fingers. All of them are of different length. Why is this so, you say?”
I was stuck at this sudden question. My brains couldn’t think of a sensible answer.
The old woman said, “You see, child. Different fingers have different abilities. You point your index finger to signal ‘one’, you point your thumb to tell others ‘good job’, you use your little finger to make promises with others… Don’t you find this all so interesting? It’s exactly the same in this wide world. Each and every person has his or her individual unique quality. And it takes time to find out what this quality is too. You just need to find out what this quality is.”
Those words have been etched in my mind since that moment. And it seems, until now, what the woman said has really come true.
Now when I look at my fingers, I’ll always think of those words she said. If we look hard enough, we’ll find something we’re really good at in the end.
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