Thursday, December 8, 2011

TODAY I LEARNT HONESTY FROM A CHILD


In Madang  town today my wife and I met a child – a boy of  about  seven – no more than a meter tall. 
He was selling DVDs.  I don’t always buy DVDs on the streets   but  there was something about this kid that drew  my attention and I couldn’t put my finger on it.  Of course when you meet someone,  you notice the obvious first.  He was small and of elementary school age,   probably 6 or seven.  His nose was dirty. He had a bag slung across his body. 
After the obvious, you start to pay attention to the less obvious.  To me, he wasn’t trying to be a streetwise  salesman. He  just wanted to sell his DVDs and go home.   But where was home?  He showed me his DVDs. Two of which  looked good. He said without saying that if I wasn’t interested he’d go somewhere else, he didn’t mind if I wasn’t interested.    I still didn’t know  what it was that drew me to this kid until I spoke to him. 
            I asked him  who actually owned the DVDs he was selling and he told me they belonged to him.  I asked him a second time and again he  told me the same.  I asked where his parents were. He said his mother  had died  and his father “cut grass for Peter Barter,”   the former governor of Madang.  He said all this with a level of honesty that just broke my heart.  
The DVDs - Green Hornet and Sucker Punch
This little person wasn’t seeking sympathy  nor was he asking for help.   I decided  to buy two of  his DVDs – not because I felt sorry for him but because they looked interesting.  While I was giving him the money he told us   that he  had eaten too many lollies and that he had a belly ache.  Again, he wasn’t looking for someone to feel sorry for him. He was just stating facts as they occurred.    I paid for the DVDs and gave him two kina extra – a spur of the moment decision. Not because I felt sorry for him. 
He hesitated but then took the money. I’m writing this because I  can’t forget his eyes and what his whole being said without saying.   
As young as he seemed, this little person had his dignity. He was honest.  He was trusting and he was willing to work hard without begging. 
What was sad was that  he had accepted life as it is. He had accepted  that life for him and his dad is difficult and will continue to be difficult. Yet he wasn’t going to take it lying down. He didn’t express sadness about his mother’s death. Had simply accepted that   sometimes  mums  die when kids  are small and that dads have to work hard to cut grass and that kids have to sell DVDs   to make money.  Today,  I learnt a lot about honesty, perseverance and hard work.   I will work harder and appreciate the simple priceless gifts that money can’t buy.  I didn’t take a picture of him. 

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  2. Mmm... appreciating the simple priceless gifts and things that money can't buy. Yes, I must learn to accept all that at any costs; for they make up who truly I am in that bigger picture on the wall and also to those who I might meet here under the sun.

    Thanks, your story is inspiring.

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