The Power of Kindness: Helping a Street Vendor

It’s difficult and putting own’s act of kindness to all feels like a little weird. Still, I am writing here. on the way to my office, every Friday, a street vendor who sells bananas tries to push his cart. The cart is generally always full, and to reach the main road, there is a steep slope.

There was a time I used to neglect, as by the time I used to reach near the main road, he used to be way behind me, but one day, I got late and we both met at the same point where the slope starts.

He was trying hard, and it’s regular for him, but that day I thought I should help him. He denied upfront, saying I would be late, but still, I persisted. Man, it takes a lot of effort, even I tried helping him push the cart to the main road.

He said thanks, and I left. Next Friday, I intentionally left home late to see if I could help, and when he saw me, he folded his hands, saying, Please don’t do this, it feels awkward for him that I am helping him. But I denied and did what I wanted to.

Now that become a ritual, he knows that I won’t listen to him, so he allows me to do it.

I feel great and sorry that I am putting it here as a badge of honour. It’s zilch considering what other people sacrifice for many.