I quickly look at my watch, I have two minutes to spare and I’m almost at the train station. I will have just enough time to walk to the very first carriage to get my favorite spot on the train. Just as I’m walking in, I see a blind man with a stick, tapping his way to find the station entrance door. I let him. Once he’s in, with just a minute left for the train, I see him staring at the clock and trying to feel his wrist watch at the same time. I could tell he was confused. I assume he is partially blind and offer to help. I go up to him, “Sir, its 4.02” I tell him, but he ignores me. So I take a step closer and repeat myself, “Sir, its 4.02 with just thirty seconds left for our train to leave”. He chooses to ignore me again. With other people looking at me, I feel a little embarrassed but I offer to help one last time “I could help you walk till the train, we don't have much time”. He still ignores me. A little offended and flushed, I run to catch my train, leaving the blind man behind me. Once I’m in, I see from the door that an older lady goes up to him, takes his hands in her hands and with the help of sign language she tells him, that he had just missed his train. I could see his head sinking into his shoulders showing his disappointment. Little had I realised, he was also deaf.
It reminded me of the complaint I made to god this morning. I complained that it was not a sunny day and hence I could not dry my clothes on the line. What was your complaint to god ?
