I used to think that people were innately good. But lately, I’ve realised that we aren’t. We have a wild streak and often behave badly.
But we want to be good. And we often are.
I am constantly being reminded that there is so much goodness in the world.
Today, I was at the police station to pick up a copy of my accident report. (I had a car accident over the weekend and the report was only ready on Monday.)
Waiting my turn at the counter, I realized that I had to pay for the report. “Do they take card?” I asked the guy who was ahead in the line and was almost done with the process.
He asked the policeman behind the counter. Negative.
“It’s not a lot. How much cash do you have?” he asked.
“I have zero,” I said. (Yes, I tend to go cashless most of the time.)
He asked the policeman what my fee was — RM10 — and paid for me. I offered to repay him. Bank transfer, BigPay? He refused, said it was okay.
These random acts of kindness are being done to me all the time. I’m grateful, and it makes me want to strive harder to be good as well.
