To you, the kind people

I was trying to digest every scenes, emotions, motions and everything. Honestly, I emotionally came unprepared. Every minutes on the way there, my mind was struggling to get my soul back... It has been travelling a lot lately.

"We cook the foods every forth weeks." explained the lady who was helping with the kitchen.

My emotion suddenly dragged me back to Washington DC...on the exact moment when I was applying to volunteer feeding the homeless...

The scene of me talking to the kitchen supervisor while surrounded by white bearded men, surfaced.

"You might get night shift from 9 to midnite" said the supervisor to me. I contemplated and promised to let her know my decision.

But the imagery of me walking alone every night among the homeless people frightened me. I bailed out...instead, I decided to sleep comfortably in my apartment watching some stupid shows.

"I've been doing this for four years." said a young woman with same age as me. I felt like a thunder just stroke me.

"Four years?" I disbelieved. This young woman who came from Padang would spend her every forth week to take a busway, walk in a dodgy alley, feed the homeless and even befriend with them.

She put me into a shame cave. I could barely see her eyes when she talked enthusiastically about her friends, the homeless people.

20 minutes of walking and our small group arrived at this site where at least 10 homeless were sleeping at. The sound of construction works was banging somberly in the background.

Mix emotions were just rushing in when I saw some of them willingly awaken from their sleeps only for food...

But deeply I know my head was trying to block any kind of emotions... Everything has to be logical and has solutions...

It worked. Instead of pity, I was enraged to the government who has done nothing but jailing the homeless and was mad at the old homeless man when he told me that he refuses to return home because he likes to wander around and even more, I started to despise anyone that's doing a charity...only for a show.

It was obvious, to me, rage was the closest emotion to get to the logic and sober mind...

"Do you want to join us teaching the kids every Sunday?" the question brought me back to reality. One of the group member asked. I looked at his eyes and it just broke my heart. His smile was sincere.

"I am interested in it and definitely will think about it" I replied and I meant it.

He smiled, again.

"I am 24 years old but I have never thought that I would be a taxi driver." The scene of a taxi driver who told me his life story the night before, rushed in..

"But that's life..." he continued with smile and no dissapointment tone.

He too was kind, or close to naïve.

I learned last night that... the homeless did not break into my stubborn heart..but those people who are sincerely kind in not only helping the less fortunate but also looking at the world in a forgiving way did.

You and I owe it to them...because of them, we are still fortunate too see that kind and sincere people do exist...

...And they certainly make the world a better place, even for the bitter one.