In our life, every day we are inevitable to come across people. Some, we love; others, we love not. Some impress us at the first sight we see them, others leave
nothing even after we have met thousands of times. So, is there something called “destiny” in this? Are some doomed to remember and be remembered?
I have been asked this question for several times, and my reply has always been“
No”. Because I believe if we remember or love someone, there should be
something special within that people, at least in our eyes, so that he or she
could stand out from the crowd and strike us...
Let me tell you a story. On the wintry afternoon last month one friend of mine asked me to fetch something for him at a center on a busy street. On the way there, when crossing the over-bridge, I saw a young foreign lady, who was focusing on drawing.
It’s her attentive expression that drew my attention first. People came and went by her side, but she took no heed of them. Attentively, holding the drawing board, she leaned by the bridge-tail, sketching the outline of the buildings aheadof her. You know, at that time it was January, the coldest time of year. But shedrew on and on unheedingly. I was impressed.
But surely, it was not the end of the story. After I got the thing from the center and was just about to back, I saw her again. Now she had walked down from the
over-bridge and was walking by the roadside. A few meters ahead by the road, there appeared a beggar, stooping and begging with shaken hands. By his foot placed an empty bowl, the same shabby to its owner.
Most people hurried by him, taking little notice of the haggard, dim face. Some
one even went long way round so as to avoid him. But she stopped. Putting down her drawing board, she set aside one hand into her pocket for some change. At that time, I was shocked, moved, and shamed.I was shocked by how huge disparity it
was from person to person, moved by what she did, and shamed of the aloofness
most of us take of others today.
That moment still remains vivid in my memory. It says birds with the same feather flock together. I don’t know if it’s true or not. But I do could well remember those heart-warming happenings and people who did them, BECAUSE I myself
long to be the kind. For that lady, maybe she thought she just did a common thing; but in my eyes, it’s far beyond that. At least, she warmed the heart
of that poor man, and aroused my caress and consideration for others ever since.
So are some doomed to meet? No, nothing of that kind exists. Meeting and remembering all come after reasons. If we want to meet someone who is kind and genuine,
we need to be the one, or at least we are striving for it. So in my life, I am trying to be good, so that some day I could have the honor to walk side by side with good people.
Caroline
