People Make Life Worthwhile… Sometimes

I know it’s hard to believe but there are decent people out there. It can be difficult to find these people but they can be found, eventually. You may not have realised it but simple small acts of kindness can now-a-days turn out to be massive acts of kindness.

How many random strangers have held the door open for you, let you go through first, have been polite and courteous towards you, even saying thank you for the most simplest of acts? For me, it’s very little people.

In a world that’s filled with violence, neds (chavs), so-called “young teams” and general unprecedented violence, the smallest of acts can seem big to certain people.

For example, someone who works 10 hours shift, 5 days a week within a store serving customers at the checkout may not be treated very kindly by the customers of which I am a witness to on so many occasions. A lot of people I’ve seen can’t even say the simple words “thank you”.

The people I feel most sorry for are those who work in call centres. I’ve often had to call up my phone provider previously for certain issues and the person was very kind towards me but usually these people sound as though they’re expecting a barrage of abuse over things that aren’t their fault and they cannot control.

I’ve learnt to say these simple words to people who provide the same respect I give them: “I hope you have a good day.” The first time I said this to a call centre representative, he stammered and then said “Eh, you too.” It made me realise what a world we live in where such simple good wishes can throw someone off like this.

The young people of our generation often don’t have respect for anyone else let alone themselves. That’s not to go for all young people, of course but unfortunately, it seems like a large majority of them.

While I was visiting my father, I had to take the public bus from the train station since my father couldn’t pick me up. I don’t mind the bus but it always leaves before my train arrives and the bus only comes to this particular area once every hour.

So while waiting on the bus, about 20–25 minutes in, an old lady and her husband on crutches walks over from the Morrisons store that’s directly behind the bus terminal. The lady’s carrying her bags and she sits next to me and we get talking.

The bags she’s carrying looks heavy and she’s quite old and frail looking. She seemed to be struggling when she walked up to the bus shelter. So when the bus finally arrived, I offered to take her bags onto the bus for her to which she was most modest about but she allowed me to take them for her.

She sat with her husband and I sat in front of them, minding my own business during the journey as they talked. Half an hour later, we arrive at our destination. The woman gets up to get her bags and I asked her if she would like me to help her home with her bags.

Again, she’s modest about the situation and she says “where are you going?” to which I replied that I lived up the hill and stated the street. She said it was too far away and she didn’t want me walking so far but I re-assured her it was no problem.

So I walked with her and her husband walking behind us as we chatted down the road. What would have taken me 5 minutes to walk, ended up taking us 15 or so minutes due to the speed they were walking but I was enjoying the blether.

We arrived at her house and she asked me if I would like to come in for a cup of tea to which I politely declined as I was already late and my father was expecting me for dinner. I stood at the bottom of the two steps as she walked up to the other 5 or so steps and I helped her husband up the first two stairs as there were no hand rails at the gate although there were further up.

She said to me “if you’re ever passing, please feel free to drop by for a cup of tea and biscuits. Thank you for all your help.” After I made sure that they got into the house OK, I left for my fathers place.

While walking to my fathers, I started thinking “wow, she was so surprised by how kind I was to her. She seemed over the moon at such a simple gesture.” and while, admittedly it made me feel good to help someone, I felt bad that something so simple made someone so surprised. Made me wonder how much, or rather how little she had received help from our generation.

You’d think that with all the hardships in this world, we would learn to stick by each other and help others as much as we can but apparently, all the young generation care about is their over-sized ego, non-existent reputation and misguided sense of morals.

We all have our own opinions, of course but surely we can mostly agree that there’s no shame in helping others in this life, especially the elderly. Makes me afraid to grow old. The young people don’t think about that either. I often wonder how the young people would feel if they were treated like that as an elderly person.

It breaks my heart to see elderly people afraid to go out their front doors, get teased by the youth of today and made to feel like they don’t matter. After all they’ve been through, some even going through the second world war and still living to today, it’s just so sickening that we have to treat the elderly this way. They’ve had life hard enough as it is, worked most of their days to be where they are now and to have the things they hold dear, yet we have to make their last few years on this planet a fear stricken memory.

I guess the moral of this story is, if you want to find kind people in this world, you first have to be kind yourself.

Thank you for taking the time to read this article.

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