While crossing a traffic junction after class in the late evening, a weekend-plate Honda zoomed right past our paths, clearly having been mistakenly thought that red lights meant “danger, go, and speed faster!” It zipped by so fast, ALow* was clearly shocked for an instant, before breaking out into curses & swears using all his tort law knowledge (the tort tutor must be very pleased that he remembers all his tort principles. Keke.).
ALow* was shocked because for that split second, if I kept my pace, or had taken a slightly bigger step ahead of him, I would probably have gone home to the emerald courts, up the sapphire skies. But it was not time yet. Haha…
After the car had whizzed out of sight, he turned to me and asked what made me slow down my pace at the instance that car made its dash towards us. I looked at him, blinked blankly, before struggling a lame answer like “my bag was too heavy. I had my notes and statutes in it. I couldn’t walk fast”. ok, that ain't exactly lame, cos my bag was really heavy, but..... Actually, I was equally puzzled. Seriously, I had not heard the booming engine signaling the charge like he did. But really, everything happened at such an instant, I truly cannot tell why or how I have just halt.
Anyway… It took me quite a while for the episode to sink in. Even as we take our last few steps on the tar ground and onto the red brick pedestrian curb, I was still chirping about the possible reasons why the driver had accelerated when we actually had the right of way (much to ALow*’s annoyance. heheh..).
After pacifying his frustration towards the inconsiderate driver, his question started sinking into me.
Why? Why did I slow down? Did I really and actually slow down?
* shrug * I don’t know. I really don’t. I was in some kind of daze at that late hour... But I know I did pray that I be guarded and guided through the week… and someone did say he would keep me in prayers too!
The angel stranger took the empty seat beside me on Sunday (again!) cos he was really late, and there was a convenient seat that I had deliberately left empty nearest the aisle.
On my right was an amiable young lad. He had, during the friendship break asked me if I was alone just like him, and I told him yes. He must have had felt pretty bewildered when the angel stranger and I started chatting during the break, and whispering short exchanges through the service like we were friends. Thinking back now, I felt a little bad that the boy must have felt kinda neglected as I might have, if I were him…. In fact, I do feel bad also cos I cannot even remember his name...
Anyway, back to the angel stranger... WH* seemed like he is quite a natural people-person. He responds to people very well. I really cannot remember the last time anyone would take an interest, and said he would keep me in prayers voluntarily. In fact, I cannot remember anyone who had used this approach - no questions asked about what I wanted to pray for… he just asked when my exams was (he actually remembered I was doing a course!) and said he would keep me in prayers…. And when the skies started to drip a few drops of rainwater as we parted, he asked if he could give me a ride somewhere (Note! Note! The question was not if I'd wanted or needed a ride...). The idea was later dropped as he had another lunch appointment, and we could not reconcile the directions we were each heading. Nevertheless, he was thoughtful enough to offer his black brolly (even that left an impression...), and asked if I had one. All without much fanfare.
It felt good that someone had shown such concern without seeming like he was patronising me.... and this was only our third encounter! I mean… sometimes, we will not even offer our own brolly to a long time friend if it means depriving ourselves of it in the face of the threatening skies, right? much less a casual acquaintance just met… (and especially if the walk to the car is two streets down without any shelter !)
Even through this, I think I have learnt something...
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Anyway..... Can this be true? Had he been a figment of my imagination? Haiz… I was and still am obviously swooned… haha… if only he was as young as I'd wish he is…. ay.......Nonetheless, blessed, blessed am I, or so, was I reminded. That strange cloud of vexed emotions in me on Saturday was quickly dispelled by the time the new week begun… for I realised I had been blessed once again.
