Fate and its blessings

At the moment, I am sorting out for some personal effects to be sold and one of them is my wheels. Trusty Beemer, went on the papers the first day and I was flooded with calls while still in bed. Had some people all the way from KL inquiring, some nice father's asking on behalf of their sons, some rude 2nd hand car dealers and some idiots who ask about details already stated in the ad on the papers.

Was a slow Monday as I drove to the restaurant. The weathers been unbearable of late. Universal climate is somewhat screwed up. As I drive by, head turning left and right searching for a parking lot, a motorcyclist reverses and knocks into my passenger side door. I was truly annoyed.

I got down and confronted the culprit for his carelessness. He seemed old and his slow movement justified it, but I wasn't sure with his shades covering.

He was quiet as I questioned his way of compensation. At that point I began to calm down a little as he seemed rather lost for an explanation.

The thing that boiled my blood was this unassuming indian bloke walking by and telling me I wasn't supposed to enter this road. I immediately lashed back about how on earth did these vehicles managed to park the same direction and promptly told him to piss off.

At that point I almost lost the plot. My car's obviously evident dent. Target selling price will now take a dip.
Simultaneously the culprit who fender bendered my ride took off his shades to reveal an old, sickly looking bloke. He had transparent eyes that somehow looked connected to his deteriorating health.

He offered me RM50 for the damage. I said it was only good for workmanship fee alone and not the repairs. He countered he wasn't well off and was seeking free treatment from the clinic a few blocks from the restaurant. He really did look ill, however I was still seething from my misfortune and having to bear the repair costs.

I took it off him and trodded back to the restaurant. While pacing back I could feel myself trembling. It was the tremble from the sight that kept replaying in my mind. His pitiful facial expression.

As I look back at the scenario when he reached into his wallet to find a fifty, he had this look of daze. Wondering how he would be able to recoup that lost fifty for other neccessary uses.
As he handed me the bill, I could see he was close to tears.

There was nothing but flashbacks and I thought to myself about the whole incident again. Yes, he does look sickly.
Yes, the clinic he sought help was famous for its free treatment. Did I mentioned he looked frail? Everything suddenly was clear in my mind. I felt so guilty. So guilty that I was my concious was eating me up replaying the scenario over and over again.

The damage was easily ten times more but I made a decision.

I headed towards the clinic, with the nearby shops all looking at me from the earlier confrontation. They're probably thinking I'm going to demand more for the damage. I tapped the poor gentleman on the shoulder and he turned.

I say softly as a packed clinic hushed to eavesdrop. "Sir, its ok. Please use the money for your treatment. And ride carefully".

His expression changed and I will never forget his smile.
Like the ones we see from elderly people we help cross the street, or the ones we turn to say hi in our early morning jogs. I could see the people around the clinic whispering to each other while looking at me. I didn't care if it was praise or scorn. I walked out of there with my conscience clear and feeling a sense of relief. I looked back, my thoughts centered around his face, which I suddenly replaced with my dad's or even myself. I would have wanted that person to do the same too.

I am glad I did what I did. I am glad my parents instilled morality throughout my life. I am glad my religion taught me to forgive and forget. Most of all, I am glad I could make someone, with an unfortunate condition...

Smile.