To Trust Or Not To Trust.
The fact the certain people out there show kindness without expecting rewards is a sign that humanity isn't totally lost. Personally, I make sure to incorporate unconditional kindness into my daily routine and I'm usually really happy when an act of kindness comes my way in this cruel world. I've received so many acts of kindness and putting all of them into one post is nearly impossible. So, I'd be sharing a major act of kindness I received recently and still remember vividly.
Some time back, I fixed an appointment with my hair dresser to get a hair-do on a Saturday. The appointment was slated for the early hours of the day because it was a seeming complex hair-do that required enough time. I had planned out how my Saturday was going to be; go by 9am to the hair salon, return when I'm done and try to rest with the slight pains from my hair.
This plan was interrupted when one of the head officials from the technical unit in church asked me to come with my laptop to church very early on Saturday and help set-up. I explained to the man that I had plans to make my hair but I could bring the laptop myself and attach another person to help him set-up and he agreed. Now, you may think that this was a perfect plan but it wasn't. My church is on one end of town and the hair salon I was to visit is at the other end of town. All things being equal, I could move from one of these locations to the other in about 45minutes but judging from the time for the hair appointment, I barely had time to make this full journey. Still, I wasn't fazed.
The next day, I woke up as early as possible, made preparations and headed out for church. The plan was to reach church, drop the laptop and immediately move over to the hair salon. The first phase of the plan went smoothly but the hindrance came when I wasn't able to find public transport back which was quite unusual for a Saturday.
I stood on the road for over 30 minutes and agitation slowly creeped in. It was just a few minutes to 9am and I still didn't get hold of any public transport. I couldn't even start trekking because the nearest junction was a long way off and the sun was scorching. I kept waiting, hoping for a miracle and a miracle did come but disguised as a tinted Toyata 4runner.
A car pulled up in front of me and as usual, I walked a few steps forward because it can never be me, or so I thought. The young man in the car drove a bit forward, wound down and asked where I was going. I ignored the question for about a minute and when the driver asked again, I told him I just wanted to get to the nearest junction so I could board a tricycle to my destination.
He told me to hop in and I got very skeptical. What do you mean hop in? Just like that? I wondered inwardly. When he noticed the skepticism, he went ahead to say that I could survey the car if I wanted and that was exactly what I did. I peeped at the back and nothing was there. My mind was running wild. Was this a regular African? Why was his back seat so neat? Not even a book or brifecase? I looked at the front seat just to ensure there was no red, white or black handkerchief lurking around in any crevices. After carrying out the necessary assessment, I entered into the car and sat upright, ready to jump out at any slight “would you follow me to my house question”, while at it, I sent my live location to about three friends. It was on this day that I was thankfully that I usually wear trousers to my hair appointment.
The driver may have felt bad because I didn't know him and I had already assumed he was a bad person, but he didn't show this disappointment. My heart was racing and I may have broken a sweat or two. I sat there with my back arched upward and my gaze straight ahead, will calculating every possible outcome and then came the first and only question for while; what is your name. I briefly stated my name and so did the driver and that was it. The only thing he said afterwards was that he could drop me off If I was going towards his axis and I wasn't so I kindly declined.
We eventually got to the junction and I alighted from the car, thanked the driver profusely and walked away. During the ride down to the junction, this driver didn't do or say anything to make me feel uncomfortable and for this I was amazed because good and sane people still existed.
As you would imagine, this was a really terrifying experience for me but I wasn't blinded towards the kindness that this particular stranger showed to me. The best part is, I was still able to make it in time for my hair appointment and one could say that the rest of my Saturday went as planned.
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When I was a child it was quite the normal thing to 'thumb a lift' without fear of being killed and left in a ditch. Now nobody thumbs. How the world has changed. When did we all become so afraid of each other?
As the world rapidly evolves, so does human behavior. it's difficult to say whether there are more good people or bad people today.